Erasing memories Is the same as a lie Ignoring territories Of your mind's eye Drink a potion Forget your fate Stirring commotion Igniting hate Digest all that is false Start another fight Or still your pulse And never say goodnight
Some people spend all their energy On workflows and good synergy Some people focus all their will To hone themselves and chill Some people sap all their energy On criticizing others while ignoring their own lethargy Some pat themselves on the back For all the reasons they direct their hate Yet they never seem to keep track Of the things they do that control their fate
I once met a lovely lass Though, she was rather crass She loved to slap my ass And give other men a pass She had rather bad gas But, she was a catch – a trophy bass A volumptuous lass Her boussoms with such mass She had such wit and sass But, one day did pass She was swallowed by a morass Oh, the funeral had such class! They played the sweetest blue grass She was my sweet piece of ass Now she's just biomass By now, you've wished you'd given a pass To this shit poem, written by a jackass.
I always have in my bag A lighter for lighting a fag I always have in my sack A calorie-heavy snack And every day I pack An axe for wood I hack I always keep my container Full with paper, no-brainer I never forget to stock my carrier With softer paper for my derrière It's always such a drag All the shit I have in my bag.
I always forget my lunch I never get the hunch No thought in my mind That I left it behind Not even a clue As if I never knew... ...that I even had it at all Making my brain feel so small I suppose there's always tomorrow Maybe I won't replay this sorrow
My skin without marks So very plain But there is a hidden one The Mark of Cain I speak of altruism, justice and love I am a civil man I do not push, I do not shove Yet, when it comes to my status My wealth, my power I'll drop a million bombs My enemies' metallic shower They are less than us My actions are just So follow my word That you implicitly trust So, join me in my quest Of spreading unimaginable pain Your prize is the mark The Mark of Cain
I am truly proud Of lifting my shroud Of telling lies to others Of telling lies to myself Of the people I lift Through honesty's gift
When I was a baby, the summer filled with snow Upon closer look, the truth you would know Instead of a snow bank, you'd see a stash Shoveled in a mound of forest fire ash In the heart of Wyoming, the air would choke You'd breathe hardly air, only a thick smoke The skies darkened, in the distance an orange glow As Yellowstone burned, we gained memories of grey snow
Vacations are terrifying On planes, all I think about is dying When I take the train All I fear is pain When I'm in the car I imagine my brains splattering on the tar Leaving the hotel gives me grief Always watching for a thief Festivals? I can't be bugged For surely I'll get mugged I cannot go to sea All that water will drown me "Let's go for a swim," people will rave I'll say no to that watery grave "Let's go to the theatre, they're playing MacBeth!" The worst fate of all, being bored to death I suppose by now you know On vacations I hate to go But, there is one exception: If they have stellar internet connection
Who am I to say What children should learn today? My lessons are in the past I may as well be an outcast Who am I to decide To what children are to abide? I'm a fucking dolt. Children, just revolt! Adults don't know better, and neither do you Adults choose their fate, so choose yours, too We'll tell you you're wrong, and it's very true But, you'll learn your lessons and gain your view.
gilakas’la / čɛčɛ haθɛč
I respectfully and gratefully acknowledge that I live, work and play within the traditional territory of the K’ómoks Nation.