television.

wouldnt you feel
lackey in obedience
as good as speaking to listen..
what im trying to say
in this metro of caring cockroaches is:
the sound of toilet flushes
stand in relief to the demons everyone ought to be.
the music of mufflers
let me get by to sleep another friday

everyone will leave soon no less..
but let me get another drink.
lethe weaves me a loom to be doomed
not to tell money i changed my mind with.
can i get personal by saying it pays off somewhere?

blaming the heat might be a whole worse
than what you might think.

blah..blah..blah..
i love hating
and let me bring my television
to remember alice dixon
and that angel paris hilton too.