good evening, im an agent of inarticulate sadness/ here to muddle the situation trying to make these struggles feel elaborate/ sparring w donnie darko rabbits/ marco polo blind lead blind lose control-o/ want to open my eyes, not to cheat, but to sneak a peek at a pair of swimsuit season teats/ dont see a future in higher learning but feel a duty to heat the seats/ another disappointment sitting around waiting to be anointed/ by the god of slackers as this generation's samuel taylor coleridge/ sprinkle saltine crackers in my porridge/ cuz im an american and my one demand is/ blandness/ woody guthrie, man, this/ land is not arable/ post 9-11 strangers in afghanistan hunting down arabs, still
hatred is self-hatred/ investigate humanity's worst crimes just to find im implcated/ but/ i wear my original sin with a shit-eating grin/ keep my shit turned up to ten until the cops come in