Can't Stand this Motherfucker

Modern man shit talker what the fuck do you do? The constant critic saying nothing but gobs of drivel what kind of hate do you hide behind? 

Shell of yourself cast a pall over the enchanted evening drunk again oh so drunk again make young lovers gag at the filth and disgusting displays placed upon the party. I sat there over dramatic pissed off playing king's cup while you sat in the cock suckers lap oh why do I care? When your name is at the tip of my tongue can't even recall it

and you are free well we are free at least we like to pretend to be but as for we well fuck it is just me I don't know you don't know if i still  want (doubt it) to but for one night I was so jealous I took my bottle and went home

 pissed off and sullen you asked me later where I was going I should have said a million things but it's just spiders and dust inside...  I made my drug issue sound like a tragedy so you'd feel sorry for me perhaps feel the rush of empathy that lifts asses from seats but behold I drown in my fucking drivel

Modern man what the hell do you do?

Constant critic shit talker girl stalker

Who are you to sing the blues?

My cat.

My crew.

Fuck you.

2016

Too Self Aware to Really Say Much of Anything

Troubled skies are here to stay look upon the ashen grey eyes she looks like she is some devil's familiar heaping bodies upon the pyre with a pitchfork stoking the fire oh sadly she is nameless to my tongue bitter and angry I hope you feel it twice as bad for making me so sad but what's there to say not much of anything to say cause it all comes beaming right back toward me right in the center of my core hovering above the third eye...

Your Food Tastes Like Shit

Oh dust dust me off dust she said Dustin, I just want to pull your fucking cowboy hat down to your neck watch the head hit the wall and break open your pores you piece of shit the most violent girl I ever met swung a fist at me drunk as shit but then again it's cause I asked her to... hungry for brutality really numb to the television's flashy tragedies she said she said "Dustin won't you shut your hayseed mouth I'll never want you like you want me." Needles to say never want me like I wanted her as well oh fuck Maria I perhaps waited too long this is a tired tired way to forget and she read the trite poetry as we played cards between therapy in rehab and she said I really spoke to her even brought moisture close to her eyes... surprise, what did she know? Go to school little fool and soon you'll see just how much the fucking tool I am. What a tool I am...