i take the freewy

to avoid cops and stoplights.

my job is one smoke and three

jawbreker songs away.

arrive with coffee staind breath

and a stack - unopened mail

that i add to the pile of paperwork

that is my desk.

these letters will never

see the light of day.

discover my responsibilities for the week,

then i sit in my room and

write these songs instead.

kida like right now - i've got better things to do.



then there's you - you are so well dressed

but you're so depressed

your life is sickening to me.

and have you ever had ideas original?



you've got a reference for all things.

you are you're own biggest influence