immodest proposal



FUCKING A

I'M FINISHED



HOW THE FUCK

AM I SUPPOSED TO GET ANYTHING DONE



WHEN I CAN'T EVEN WRITE?



JUST SEQUESTER ME A CLEAN HOUR OR TWO



AWAY FROM TRIFLING CONCERNS



WHERE I MIGHT

CLEANLY EXPRESS

A CAREFULLY HEWN WORD

OR TWO



EITHER THAT

OR DELIVER ME WHOLLY

TO PORN AND DEPREDATION



MY LIFE AIN'T EVEN THAT HARD



AFTER ALL,

THE DAY JOB COULDN'T BE ANY MORE DULL



AND I NEVER HAD ANY PROBLEMS NOT CHALLENGING MYSELF



AND THIS PROBLEM PERSISTS



I REMEMBER THE DAYS OF WALKING AROUND



(PICK YOUR CITY)



PERUSING BOOK STORES, RECORD STORES,

MCDONALDS,

BARNES & NOBLE

THE STAR BAR

AND THE SUBWAY INN



IT WASN'T NOTHIN' THEN

AND IT AINT ANYTHING NOW



IT'S ALL THE SAME BULLSHIT



I CAN'T CORE MYSELF OUT SUFFICIENTLY FOR LOVE OR ART



BUT I CAN CORE LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER



FOR STUPID, GLIB, NON-CLEVER, UNFUNNY BULLSHIT



THE COUNTRY'S ALL GONE TO FUCKING HELL



FUCKED OUT AND WHIPPED OUT



BY FAT, STUPID, EVIL, WHITE MOTHERFUCKERS



AND I DON'T GIVE A FUCK



IT'S LARGELY BEEN THE SAME FOR MOST OF THE YEARS

OF THIS PERNICIOUS COUNTRY



AND GOODNIGHT