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loathesome perfection

never quite there

body is good

heads full of air



doing print ads

for thong underwear

suspisious of compliments

liars you swear



trying to be you

breathing your air

tearing your clothes

and pulling your hair



your caught in fames headlight

alone in it's glare

looking so perfect

head full of air





by martin

normal

is what they call the good sheep

you know

society's yes creeps

from whom

goodness seeps

it's 2010

lets delete



re-boot



normal

was a kid with a paper route

in the 60s

he smoked cigarettes

and wanted to be a rock and roll star

high as a kite

forever



wake-up



normal

is

what it is to you ... or me

but not what it is

to anyone else

you dig ?

i think we're making progress



class-dismissed





by martin

i,m sitting by the phone

all alone.

waiting for a call from god

so god can take me home.



i won't fuss, or cuss,

or beg for more time.

please take me now

and i'll be fine.



the phone is silent ...

deader than disco.

maybe if i pray

it'll ring tomorrow.



maybe if i pray for life,

or take a wife,

and get things just rite.

the phone will ring.



isn't that the way god really works ?





by martin

every time i find one in my pocket

it's change from my past

it has no place in my life today

and i tell myself



no more



so why do they keep popping up ?

boredom, weakness, habit ...

pick a poisen, that's what it is

and i tell myself



no more



there's no dead nickels in my pocket today

yet

i'll try to keep it that way

and i'll keep telling myself



no more





by martin

you're in my way

move it !



something for your ass ?

shove it !



what about my ass ?

kiss it !



hate me ?

say it !



love me ?

mean it !



I gotta gun to my head

fuck it !





by martin