Neurotica

'Yeah, he's definitely not my favorite serial killer.'

Atlas shrugged &
shook the brains
outta Tuesday's baby
about noon
on a Kathmandu doomsday.
the Berkley Tribe,
all the like & kindly rivals
was all in an uprising
over the missing peace
& meanwhile
The Big Evil cavorted on
in the east
of everywhere.

and the They was distorting real reality
to tickle their own fancy
& pawn overpriced romance
novels off on the populace.

nevermind the piss pot
boiling over on the stove top.

foiled again in clover feilds
& the poison only yields
it never stops completely

s**t for pysche
forcefield shield
of freedumb fighter
white knight
lizard-f*****g
grand wizards

winner gets the glittery
7 minutes in heaven
with the blister queen
licking scissors
shiva shiver
ego wither &
sizzle in a cigarette flicker
f**k a filter
my lungs aren't black enough
& this isn't the end

filthy tongued
french kiss misery.

he's that crass.
& he wants to be a b*****d, so
Charlie did himself in the chapel&
got laughs when the rats
came to have at the maggots
in his skin
he called em both his children
& loved em unconditionally.

Only figured
he address the issue
by bitching bout
the situation that faced
him & all of us
instead of
setting things in they place.

*have grace