Men with Glasses

They disgust me, men with glasses.

They drool, they burp, they never pray, men with glasses.
They swim, they drown, they toss their sorrows, men with glasses.

You free them from themselves and their weekendly spirit, and their thoughts become sober and clean, men without glasses.
Their vision is blurred, but for the first time you are convinced they think alike, men with glasses.
You glance at their small eyes, red and twinkling, men with glasses.
And through the glass and the sweat on their eyebrows, they look back at you in haze, men with glasses.

There’s a reason why I don’t like you on hot days, men with glasses.
There’s a reason why I’d never set foot into a stadium, men with glasses.
There’s a reason why I ignore you in bars, men with glasses.

Carry on carrying cartons of juice, men with glasses, because beer is definitely not your perfect, but preferred milieu.

MJ 14th june 2010

selfishnessfishness

January February March and May- maybe.

You know what they say, don’t you?
They say those people lack the world outside.
They stuff their faces in order to hide in this place.
It’s not the end.
It’s not the way out.
It’s inventing a new you, a new persona in your mind.

You know what they say, don’t you?
It is some kind of murder.
You kill your parents, your family, your friends.
Are you that selfish? Didn’t think so.
Because you know what they say.
They are selfish people, but we haven’t crossed that line yet,
have we?
Then again, there is no one there but you.

Make it look like an accident.
Being hit by lightning, getting run over by a car, a truck,
anything.
Anything along those lines.
And when they’re groggy enough,
you pat them on their shoulders and make them fall off that line.

Me, I’ve never had to be selfish.
Never been implemented the knowledge to be selfish,
to see you and no one else around you.
I’ve never (liar).

Garden Art

And they erected your holy double,
they put up walls and formed the base,
they really really made it work for you.

Even though the artists have passed for good,
your erected golden cow is rooting
still standing and bidding its time, never forgot.

You are the worst-known sinner and I,
I am the world’s most elusive whore,
and I will piss on your head, laugh in your face.

Because you are not the statue of Liberty,
you are only three feet tall, and your foundation
can be rocked, it has and it will be.

We have the power to erase you, and we will
use that enigmatic force to beat every living
cell out of you and back into its creator’s holy spirit.


May 20th, 2010 MJ