oh dear.

02/19/2009

i've been listening to the same bass riff
for a good 2 years now
maybe it's gotten better
but you've only gotten worse.
well it's nice to see you sleep away
while i go off to work each day
and it's nice to see you take up space
just so efficiently.
and please, my dear, don't get up,
i wouldn't want you to knock over
that little tin that hides so well
the reason why your eyes are red
and the reason why you giggle
though if you do that goddamn giggle
one more time then i swear
i will remove your adams apple with a pen
a pen that you think is usedt
o write such eloquent verse
they're shit, my dear, pure shit.
much like the fall out boy soundtrack
you have always on repeat.
the great thing is that i can recycle
all my cd's from the 8th grade
on your awful sense of self righteousness.
and while i'm sick and in pain,
could you start that riff again?
because i'd love to just hear you play
feverently, i'm hoping a string snaps
then tie that string into an elastic
to hold your hair back when you get sick
that should come very shortly
right after you get a look at yourself.
could you leave the car smelling of smoke?
could you leave yourself any more of a joke?
a joke of a success story
repeating what you said killed you before
well my dear, can you guess what's in store?
i can't promise that i'll see you so much
just as time goes on and i get busy
i've got school to actually attend, and you,
you will probably end up in prison.
if it makes you feel any better,
i don't think you belong there, no.
you'd be a great janitor.