Wednesday, February 3, 2010

If money is like sex

and it seems more important when you don't have it
then I want to know it just once
to have both
world at my fingertips

people said I have it going for me
everything my way
oysters and nirvana
I don't see through a miasma
a self-induced froth of miasma
a ripe ring of miasma
the sick pulsating miasma
following me since I was

I could become the president
cure cancer
save the whales
save the planet
invent perpetual motion
stop time
travel through it
fly
eat eggs and shit gold
create

and still I'd never be satisfied
the glowing miasma screen
my own goddamn humanity
there's no goal to achieve nothing but
dirt and all the time in the world
to decompose

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