toiletooth

its just yelling where you think it might be heard.
its just eating yourself for dinner.
its pontious pilate hanging out with an obnoxious christ.
its getting into elliot smith finally after he's dead, where already.........there's not gonna be some album to wait for.
its all the bits of melting crayon.
its smudge.
its dickheads kicking chairs next to my dog and making them bark across the floor.
its a coffee shop owner who gives out dirty looks free and charges for piss water.
its my decision to decide where divisions divide.
its that sting in my side, that cyst in my cheek,
knowing i'm snide, shit stained briefs.
doubting you believing me.
ass backwards.
pouting so you can see me,
going whackers.
as i'm typing my instructions,
and trusting you won't act hurt,
you hand me a white russian
but forgot to get me filberts.
its stupid how i tie the two
when one should be enough,
but silly girl, its me and you
and baby, i got dirt.
but prolly only bacon bits
compared to mrs. saggy tits.
and prolly less than whole two shits
a cup of piss a cup of piss.
you must think that i'm a dick
but inside i promise! sensitive!
sensitive! sensitive!
almost hurts to yell
cup of piss! cup of piss!
grinch slash gargomele!