I could have been a CrimethInc. Kid

I couldn’t brave another psychotic episode
with my edible sanity
turnpike blues
a bloodied mattress and bra left under the overpass
things that come together and make cities
more uninhabitable
make yr money
catch fame
and then catch out

people in hell deserve a hand

what it takes for us all to survive
march to order
a flaccid state
we built the wall
but keep stealing from the other side of it
you can’t be certain where yr drugs came from
it’s not a great escape
when yr drugs are as guilty as meat
now we’re safe
now we’re legal
I fought so hard against accepting this society
I fought this hard to remain iconoclast
I fought this hard hard to remain and
I’m subsumed after defeat
I couldn’t run from any of it
no matter how far I travel
the sweatshops emptied
one by one from the roof anythings better than here
anything’s better than hell
people in hell deserve a hand
how long did they long
most of them would have made great saints
if hell wasn’t the only honest place for them