Grotesque

"i don't really care what you have to say

we 'gonna smoke grass and chase that a*s

all the good god damn day"

anyway

with just enough

recreational aggression toward all that is fixed

everything can change, eventually

as a backlash to the over normalized

so nothing is truly fixed

not even the mind

so together with whisky, with tom cat fever

plus a rowdy bunch, indeed

well then,

they can break anything

and provide such great entertainment

while doing it

bored drunk in a basement

let them watch the pictures talk

promote that good feeling

a group intoxication of shared memory

slowly, the burn begins, slowly

they poison another's thoughts

promote actions of self sabotage

"the great picking of the scabs"

you can almost smell the infection

just oozing out their pores

and the best part

ah, to see them purge

address internal chaos

it's eventual

it's in us all

it's always dark

don't you know?

there's an animal in there

dying to kill for the sake of it

as a spectator, it's never not

damn good entertainment