The Day I Bent Over In The Shower

A picture, a painting, a vision all I see
A color of red goes black in serenity
Cantankerous minds. Intoxicated thoughts.
Yum-yum, pish posh, how can I eat a fish?

Drawn to scale, four lines
What a predictable method
Set to fail, never shines
Because these thoughts were written instead

Words words words never going anywhere
Words words words sending me into despair
Words I thought a lot about but no longer care
Words I tried to fuck but refused to shave their hair
Words I dreamed about, words that are true
Words that taste delicious with a side of you
Words I wish to break. Words good by design.
Words that write a fantastic poem. Sure wasn't mine.

Flick a fish into the river
But never more become the giver
For what is seen but a loon
Upon a stunted broken June
Breathe the air of despair
But it doesn't ever seem fair
Oh, but what the fuck do you know?
And do you happen to be friends with Poe?

I want to draw eyeliner on my child just to possibly make him think he is a woman
That is progressive after all and we should focus on acceptance
Sad clowns don't judge anyone after all. Except they always fail to laugh.
And this is why I was kicked out of the circus.

Now laugh with me! Except I can't.
Got my vocal chords ripped out in my last rant.
Now I can barely breathe, have little to say
So why is it that I can't just fade away?
There is no reason for me to belong
And every day just ends up going wrong
Drew a portrait of a squirrel
Then I pissed like a girl
Because in the end it is all the same
All part of just a fucking game
One filled with walls. Why are there walls everywhere?
It hurts me when I try to break them down in despair.
Rub my tentacles, only five
I caressed them again to feel alive
How come the doctor gets a name plate?
There should be no identities to those I hate.
So sign along, sing along, and whatever other things you can do with those four letters
NIGS NIGS NIGS! Oh what that rustle your feathers?
What a delicious etiquette on this fantastic day.
Why can't I just remain and stay.

I can't understand why the doctor wears a nameplate when he is just destined to be hated
Because I am the one who is jaded and the colors are all faded and in this place I waited
So shut up and feed me pills, feed me lies as they feel nice
So shut up and listen to me, stop judging and give me advice

A DISTURBANCE breaks.. my mind! I just want an escape, but no, these tangible forces have to keep coming
Keep bothering me and breaking me away from my wonderful self-masturbation where I could be cumming
Oh! What a dirty word, what a dirty thought, and yet I am stuck in this mental flagellation of the pugilistic self.
GET OUT OF HERE YOU DIRTY WHORE BEFORE YOU MARK THE SILVER FLOOR (I do LIKE TO PROject MY WEALTH)

A bird. A loon. A wonderful June! A wonderful creation, except when I lick my plate and find it lacking of any real taste.
My god what a horrible waste. A waste of words, of ettiquite, of paper...
All that matters is that we just need to redesign it. God could, so why can't I?

Chicken pox is such a plague
Chicken pox makes me feel strange
God I need to get away
But I can't sell my silver flooring
My god the children are dead
How could they sing so loud that they broke their vocal chords?
All I wanted was a fish with shining scales
To make the notes work perfectly
Except I can't really eat that.
No, all I can eat are hearts.
Just like a fucking woman.