distortion pedal

jumping at shadows

crawling walls

scratch the mangy chin

dig craters in skin

that only let the water in

pass on the coffee

be truly delightful

kneel before the rifle

so determinedly spiteful

sick to the stomach

amalgam back teeth

bludgeoning grief

medication no relief


stick your head out

of the echo chamber

sound of your own voice

ain’t nothing but a distortion pedal

little box, big on noise

more cheese than

a bulging quesadilla

you know too damn much

played my hand

gotta kill ye



turning a new page

print much easier to read

follow your feet it says

forget the old path

only did impede

even chances to succeed

forget ye not to breathe



trillion million words

some write (sic)

few gloriously wrong

can’t put them all in song

waiting list is too long

no further reconciliation

seen to that

venemous wee rat

oedipal pact

bullet hole exact

abandoning all hope

strangely set me free

curtains for we

indisputably



stick your head out

of the echo chamber

sound of your own voice

ain’t nothing but a distortion pedal

little box, big on noise

more cheese than

a bulging quesadilla

you know too damn much

played my hand

gotta kill ye



turning a new page

print much easier to read

follow your feet it says

forget the old path

only did impede

even chances to succeed

forget ye not to breathe

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