onemorepanic

The phone rings in vibrate. Continuously, for hours on end, sits and shakes on my desktop.
I am the part of your body you are disgusted with.
That piece of your face that you'd wish would go away.
Only mask invited to the death parade.
Hold our banners, carry our floats.
All of the spectators carry eggs, and lettuce, and tomatoes..

Sit and play house with idiots.
And to dumb down the plight kick the escape..
garbled chatter between ears not paying attention to each other.
filthy stories you'd share within the company of friends.
spot brilliance, HAND out brilliance.
No one waits to hear you finish what you say.
ancestry came quick as a nerve ending.
be there when you wake up, probing filthy dabbed with astringent...
I didn't hear a word you said.
echo carries on spreading until it's deafening.

to hand it off to the buzzcocks..
it's a harmony.. in my heeaaadddd