My nine to five? Gargling your putrid essence. Leaping the light Panasonic.
Crushing the masses. Distributing the sweat drenched opiates to the reified individuals of Cobble Hill.
Marketing babies for drugs. Selling suppositories door to door to Mister Rogers insomniacs.
Complimenting the first lady on her dress. Caressing the birthers to sweet oblivion. Harnessing raw delusion.
Telling you that I'm important. Telling myself that I'm important. Wondering why important is so important. Breaking the sunglasses of mental anorexics.
Pulling teeth from the mouth of the universal mind. Burning the old hats we never knew we still had. Corrupting your grandchildren's children. Poisoning my mother. Crippling yours.
Smoking so much that I eventually realize I've never smoked in my entire life. Creating your imagined suffering. Gouging out your unseeing eye dogs.
Perpetuating racial intolerance. Forging my own path to ignoramity.
Screaming into the already phlegm drenched edifice of the creative universe. Masturbating into the cum ridden hole of human ingenuity.
Fisting Bengalis. Force feeding fourteen year old typhoids.
Earning the cherished crust of worthlessness. Knowing that which none will care for. Caring for those who choose not to know.
Mystifying the anonymous. Pulsing towards world domino inflation.
Heating your kettle. Wasting your valuable time. Waiting for the folks in the back to shut the fuck up.