College boy blues.
Coffee shop nebbish
why don't you see me.
She doesn't love you
why bother trying
You're just a frado
a sheep in wolf's clothing
You love to complain
in the right punctuation
I'm going insane
from this side of the phone line
What else am I but
your awkward stage hangover
the cynic left to suffer
So write in your journal and
brag about crying and
Deep inside, we'll both know
that you're lying
Just to be existential
to defy your upbringing
So brag about crying
i'll brag about singing.
Dear friends! my brothers and sisters
take arms against your sea of troubles.
And embrace - let us all embrace
All my friends are pencils and pens.
And I feel crazy, living out this
Ella Fitzgerald fantasy.
Don't call - she'll just hang up.
So sue me.
There's a pig in the White House.
And it's eating the Lincoln bedroom.
And it's eating Times Square.
And it's eating Malaysia.
This is our weapon of mass destruction.
My soul is an earthquake my face is the moon
Give me seratonin so I can be happy
Give me a nosejob so I can feel right
Stick it to the man!
If everyone craves normalcy no one will create.
If common sense was common they'd all be bored blind.
We'll all be sorry for the human race.
I don't mind being misunderstood as long as you speak my language
If you comprehended this poem then it would be worthless
This is years and years and years and years
of sweet repressed rage.
Violence ain't the cure, it's the disease.
Let us all be White Anglo Saxon weird
Mother Nature's Revenge
The radio in Stuart's tiny Japanese automobile was staticky and almost incoherent: "Massive grshgrshwkksh route wrkshhh highway krrrsh. DO NOT TRRRRRRK!! Repeat, do not be WRRRRKSSSHK!"
Grumbling, Stuart flicked the radio off and strained to see the road ahead of him. Perpetual rain played prisms on the windshield, and though the effect was dazzling and kaleidoscopic, it didn't improve driving conditions in the slightest. The sound of timpani drums rolled through his hearing, derailing whatever was left in his train of thought. Stuart bit his lip anxiously, not appreciating the splendour and natural beauty of the storm. In this weather, and especially in the dark, there was almost definitely an accident on route wrkshhh, and he knew that he wouldn't be driving back into the District anytime soon. Stuart sighed and pulled the yellow coupe to the side of the road in a suburban area that he didn't recognize.