Current mood:	accomplished
Current music:	The Dining Rooms - Sei Tue

Taking Cover With Wally Glutton
Pepsi and Cocaine
Hair loss and Rogaine
Ultra fast airplanes and mystery back pains

Narcotic fueled joys
Really Loud Noise
A world full of toys that employs angry Boys

TVs in schools
Too many rules
Fools using jewels as their tools to be cool

Ads taking over
No time to smell clover
This musical lover is gonna have to take cover

Factory Children
Government Amens
Me once again with no ink my new pen

We wish we could know more
We wish we could score more
It's easy to stay in the room when there's no door

Plastic made land-mines
Tourist filled old shrines
I'm signing on lines to define my own confines

Some get enlightened
Bars they are heightened
We darken and lighten our skin when we're frightened

Cultural Wholesale
Sorting through junk mail
Banging the nail on this trail to my own jail

Nose to the grind.
Your eyes going blind.
You need to align your own mind. Time to unwind.

Come and sit down
Put on your own crown
Then walk through town with your eyes to the ground

Your next to bat
The landscape's all flat
I really wish that all doors had a welcome mat

A wide variety of anxieties
stealing my sobriety in this society

I want to fight back by I don't have the time
It's enough of a struggle controlling my mind
There are really long lines
and there are too many kinds
of fast food
and not enough words to describe my own mood
To the TV your glued
salivating over the not quite nude
watching as others feud
wishing it was you being viewed
I not really a prude
maybe my thoughts are all skewed
The world's in a bad mood
our morals are still crude
One day my whole body will be tattooed
with this poem and I'll still be misconstrued