gremlins
grunge poetry

after midnight

what ‘ s it all about ?
to make a little change ,
found shoved in the couch ?
down in the dumps – out – mutt in the dog pound .
foot in the mouth trying to mush the tongue down .
this a cluster fucK , sounds liKe a rusty trucK .
i ain ‘ t found , friend ‘ s wonder what i cover up .
i ain ‘ t crown / d , pants down liKe i ‘ m donald ducK .
Oscar the grouch in a trash can , feeling stucK .
they held me up , now i ‘ m limp liKe the strings cut .
… feeling liKe a pimp w / out his cup .
… feeling constipated in this dump .
i ‘ m trying to Keep shaded by a tree stump .
i ‘ m feeling jaded n i ‘ m bleeding from these cuts .
i ‘ m feeling underrated liKe a sewer gets flush / d.
say i ‘ m leaving ‘ cause i hate it ; drugs , liquor n such .
but , i still ain ‘ t vacated ; i ‘ m in need of a rush .
… but , i still ain ‘ t giving up .
liKe i found a paperclip n i ‘ m picKing those cuffs .
picK your nose up , hold your head high .
watch the roads as those lights drive by .
you could fly by night , or you could do what ‘ s right .
singing lullabies or saying your goodbyes .
KicK it in overdrive or slow your roll tonight .
you could hold on tight , or get fly liKe the Kites .
… n it ‘ s up to you .
there ‘ s so many different things you could do .
you ‘ ve got a choice to choose , you ‘ ve got a voice to use .
you ‘ ve got to thinK pinK floyd ; there ‘ s a wall to go thru .
life ‘ s a locKer at school w / a million combinations .
you could get a career , a vocation or get famous .
but , friends don ‘ t even remember what your name is .
remember , you ‘ ll never be remember / d as the greatest .
i hate to say it , thinK the lemonade has gone sour .
i ‘ m who they blame when they reach their final hour .
twin towers of power , fucK it ; let ‘ s get drunK .
KicK – flip , ricK howard , girl ; i want to fucK .
virgin flower plucK / d in the city of shame
but , it ‘ s home – sweet – home n they Know me by name .
i ‘ ve got a place to stay n i ‘ m free to leave .
oh those hollow words that i ‘ m beginning to believe .
say cheese n smile for the camera .
make – believe happy , ‘ cause no one asks ya .
blacK sabbath , babbling addict battling habits .
stomach pumping w / gravol ; ambulance panic .
liKe ” goddamnit , we didn ‘ t ever see a sign .
if only he would ‘ ve removed those shades from his eyes . ”
if i could rewind time , old man i ‘ d listen to ;
wouldn ‘ t have given those gremlins any food
after midnight .

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