Dammit I’m Mad

Umm
Dammit I’m Mad
forward and back
pacing back and forth reading it
feels like a personal attack

pace a trench into the floor
it’s a battleground
trench warfare
another whore there
another squeak to end the sound

dammit I’m mad
dammitimmad
palindrome pale in comparison
to the bastards in my garrison

the algorithm shifts
from the shit that is spoken
the system is anti social
the media is broken

drone on about it
about the outrage
fried spam and LSD
why’s everybody always looking for me?

I am hiding in pain sight
it hurts to see the shadows
it burns to see the light
stare until I’m blind
and you can hide tonight

dammit I’m mad
pacing the line again
I got my fucking juice
but I can’t stand gin

Got my vodka
got my scotch
got my kilt on so a ventilated crotch

nothing you can do about it
woke up on the wrong side of reality
angry again

I just wish I could make you see
that I walk the line
I break my spine
I drink my wine
it’s for the heart
as I drain the bottle and fall apart

bottle still intact
not broken like the pump
sitting dead in the cavity
just a rotting little lump

Can I feel something?
can you feel this?
no air guitar
I air hump because I can’t twerk
dammit I’m mad
and I am not the jerk

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