#7 - my world/your world

my world/your world

there’s a world out there
where all the pigeons have tourett’s
and all the girls wear red lipstick
where the blind are led by unicorns
and all the cops ride scooters
where tortoises wear knee socks
and cheetahs chat on Bluetooth
where neckties are turbans
and cocaine is for breakfast
where trees like to dance
and wind smells like phosphorous
there’s a world out there
where Santa Clause is a gun for hire
and Bill Gates lives in a cardboard palace
where cabbages can crawl
and your p.o. is in love with you
where apathy is a necessity
and you can feel subatomic energy
where dreams are lucid every night
and classical music kills babies
there’s a world out there
where the drive-through gives you AIDS
and a gargoyle is your copilot

there’s a place, a time
where bad things happen
we all know it
we all love it
we make it happen
this is your world, your life
the place you go
when you’ve no other options

a little hell is all you need

here you make the options
choose the place you go
your world, your life
you make it happen
you love it
you know it
all the bad things happen
in this place, this time

there’s a world out there
where horses fly crop dusters
and the militia men perform ballet
where the system can’t be beat
and goblins run our fiefdom
where trilobites are pets
and brick houses burn down
where entropy is our life
and masturbation kills people
where smoke rises red
and mom sprinkles ash in the corners
there’s a world out there
where abstinence gets you shot
and pogo-sticks roam the freeway
where you don’t go on dates
and breakfast cereal is for rodents
where everyone is full of shit
and the blasphemy is tolerable
where sandboxes are booby traps
and the forest is full of manholes
there’s a world out there
where you fit in
and so do i