OH it's cloudy outside.

Oh it's cloudy outside.

something like a nightmare,

creeping in my sleep.
running in my dreams.


im not crying out here in public.

politically speaking, im silent and oblique.



everyone around me,
they have eyes that take.
dignity.

esteem.

life.


your eyes seem to surround me most.


grabbing each gasp im reaching for.

its like this sick game of
guerilla attacks.


do you really think I'm bleeding.


has stupidity flowed into your own wounds?
contagious with a fire,
im heaving up hate with each dry gag.



So this is what peace is.

the clean up.
the get together.
the lending hand.
the crutch to stand with.
the chair to stand on.
the microphone to shout.



So this what peace is.

getting off the floor.
making up
picking up the pieces through words.
hugging for closure.
walking through the park.

spreading something other than your social disease
right?

anything can buy me jewelry,
hell that hand job the whore gave 'Estaban' (unknown buyer)
was enough to get a ringpop.

anything to suck on.

closure.



and as i'm walking down this street,
i'm seeing girls in tube tops--
AGE: 7

nothing like a reality check,
written to Mattel
thanks for the Bratz.


lipgloss galore.
kiss it to shame.

feel like a ho?
its cause you bought into their game.

return your sleazy dress.
trade in for a flowing gown.


sexy is skin deep.

take off the porn queen crown.


i'm ready to wake up.
officer why were we stopped?

i'm ready to go home.
officer why'd you become a cop?
I'm not crazy, i'm drrrrrrruuunk.


fallen to the floor,
and i've sunk.

feel this heart beat race?
cocaine is the game.

watching these pupils dilate?
lights on and off again.


i'm ready to wake up.
nightmares only wade in these waters for so long.


i'm ready to wake up.
I hear the morning song.