on homogonized smarts

i miss the way the light shone into the back of my skull when i'd stare up at you and smile. i miss having something to fight for. i miss fighting for the something we shared. you miss beating me into the ground. the dust clouding and clumping onto my new found open wound agression. the animals run in circles around the taunting revelations of open book propaganda. the kind you learn from sunday school. tape it on your forehead, burn it in my rosewood spine. you can't make me eat this poison. you can't make me bring my toys in. ears and eyes are the sewer of my mind. outlet. i'll make u know... forget you. i've lost it. the best contests around here are based on who has the biggest nose. raise em high kiddies, someones got gold in their hands. get real, get a grip. get bent. do you think they'd care if we set fire to the castle? i called the king, he'll give me clout in the deep end of things. i know i'm crazy. i know you can't figure it out. the only part that bothers me is the way things bounce off our pittied rubber brains. i like the way a rose dies, the way a girl cries, the way a boy lies, the way a bird flies. some things just make my knees bend. all of the above are considerably influencial over said circumstances. i still miss my mom. the way she smiles. the way she smacks the back of my forehead for drinking milk out of the jug. who the hell thought up homoginized milk anyway? did some fat cat beurocrat sit and think to himself, 'i need to invent a way for people to walk away from breakfast feeling like they just ate a bowl of cremo and warm butter'? what horrible insight. i'll kill the masoginistic dairyfarming demon who built the empire of homo.. genized milk. playing with the idiots. the ones in the tall hats. opening your heart to a tall hat. have a glass of homo milk. share the world to the rubber brained, tall hatted, knee bending, grip getting, fool. burn it in my rosewood spine.

"on homoginized smarts"