ding

So, here i am, and it's like the familiar monotony
that follows a daily report of my non activities;
musings, rants, nonsense.
Twanging strings, rearranging the furniture;
Peering out the window, lots of dust.

kungpow

I wanna be a bottle of green tea.
'Cause you're sweet.
All you ever do is get filled up and emptied out.
Nah, I don't wanna be a green tea bottle.

inanimate

I've said it many times before,
I find Im having to say it more;
But nothing ever happens,
because getting it done is such a chore.

bobo

frustrating how I shoot myself in the foot,
not a lousy aim, just the trigger finger that's fucked.

poof

tickingtockin'
i'm tired of talking,
all this walking bones are aching
seconds float about like bubbles burst and splat
it's gone like that.