Shit, I work every day of
my life, and hardly get
by, now I curse the sky
for having spawn the day
that I work, I'm so tired of
24 hours, 2 bags of Doritos
that kid who checks coats, small
dime bags, ring again alarm and
I'll fuck you up; you don't
wake me up, you kill me,
you destroy my dreams where
I'm not so tired, Alarm clock
I'm so tired of you, and that
Fucker who stole my CDs and
that one time I gave up, I gave up,
I gave up, I gave up

L.T.

I'm so Tired

For God's sake I need to relax
I'm so tired
For I am a Frantic man, a manic
Rush through day towards night
Howling at the moon!
Running with my pack...

(Odd side note: When I'm at work I always wonder how many pounds does a mop weigh when its wet? Hmmmmmm...)

For we are brothers creating ourselves,
For we are brothers preparing ourselves,
For we are brothers bracing ourselves,

Simultaneously breathing reverence
For we know history is ours to build

For God's sake I need to relax
I'm so desperately tired
For I am a thoughtful man, I think
Rushing through scenes towards scenarios
Barking at the Earth!
Sprinting with the demagogues...

For Brothers, are we strong?
For Brothers, are we restless?
For Brothers, are we wondering?

For God's sake I'm down
I'm so helplessly tired
Floating past questions
Biting now on reality
Collectively bringing down a hammer.

J.M.