10 September 2012

14. disperse ye rebels (b river)

survivors do hate themselves
liquid language of my rage

the knuckles, the nails tremble
swinging him a scythe, hanging,

chattering, vodka, codeine,
whiskey, beer, wine, mda,

pcp, speed, mescaline,
the nerve, the anger, the need.

can't you take it? on your knees,
kid, can you take it? blank-faced

back to work in the morning.
we an't no different. never

  tell the funniest stories
  yeah i tell her but i lie

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