Taylor Inc. - PSALMS 5150

Ghandi is fuckin with me

Ghandi
Is fuckin with me
Funny, I realize
The bills are still there
Petty arguments
I go to my day job
Just like everyone else does
Ok not everyone
The winos hang out at
The liquor store
It's their job man!
We all got things
We got to do
Sometime they're even
There on sunday's
That's dedication
That's their real world
My real world
Both are shit
Both rot the
Livers of men
They pay their bills
Thunderbird, Old E
I pay a car note & Insurance
I think Ghandi
Is fuckin with me
He said
Whatever we do is
Insignificant
Still we must do it
How far will this go?
What's it matter
If I hang out at the
Liquor store or
Show up at the day job
Both are insignificant
Meaningless, pointless
But still I do it
Even the people curing cancer
Aren't really curing cancer
So they might as well
Hang out at the liquor store too
I'm tellin ya
I think
Ghandi is fuckin with me
Even this poem
That doesn't rhyme
Is pointless
Man
Ghandi is fuckin with me

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Easier

The headache.
The pain running around slammin into walls.
Still fucked up in the morning drunk as I shower getting ready for the day job.
Deep analysis on why this phenomenon occurs when will I settle down. Have some kids.
Do I look like fuckin parent material?
Crack the cylinder, wonderful golden elixir, nectar of the gods.
A big busted nose slug from the booze bottle.
In just a few seconds it hits.
This is easier, easier than getting together.
Your family and friends thinking you can do better.
Getting dumped or having to not answer the phone.
I’ll stick with booty calls and a bottle.
I hear so many times You’ll never get anywhere that way.
Where in the fuck am I Supposed to go, lost in this wilderness not belonging anywhere boing no where fast.
Home, what the fuck is that Booty calls and a bottle.
This is Easier Easier Easier.
For now at least.

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I’m not suffering

I’m not suffering from depression.

I’m just really beginning to evolve.

I can really see what your Society is all about, not what you keep telling me it’s about.

Really, I’m not suffering at all. I rather like this new Evolution.

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Beauty

I imagine myself
Flying Off of a Thousand foot cliff
Splat On the rocky floor
This is true beauty
I’m in the middle of
The ocean Being swallowed
Her arms wrap around my Existence and smothers me
Lungs filled with water
My brain shuts down
My spirit soars
This is true beauty
Neither the mountain
Nor the ocean
Judge me
Neither give a rats ass
You or me
My failed miserable experiment
Ignorantly called a life
So important, needed, a good person
A bullet hits the old lady
In the chest
Entering and boring away at
Her organs
Six inch exit wound
Blows out of her back
This is true beauty
Ocean
Mountain
Bullet
Tsunami
Tornado
Earthquake
Judge not Angels
Freedom
This is true beauty.


	Ghandi is fuckin with me Ghandi Is fuckin with me Funny, I realize The bills are still there Petty arguments I go to my day job Just like everyone else does Ok not everyone The winos hang out at The liquor store It's their job man! We all got things We got to do Sometime they're even There on sunday's That's dedication That's their real world My real world Both are shit Both rot the Livers of men They pay their bills Thunderbird, Old E I pay a car note & Insurance I think Ghandi Is fuckin with me He said Whatever we do is Insignificant Still we must do it How far will this go? What's it matter If I hang out at the Liquor store or Show up at the day job Both are insignificant Meaningless, pointless But still I do it Even the people curing cancer Aren't really curing cancer So they might as well Hang out at the liquor store too I'm tellin ya I think Ghandi is fuckin with me Even this poem That doesn't rhyme Is pointless Man Ghandi is fuckin with me -Taylor Inc. © 2004 -------------------- Easier The headache. The pain running around slammin into walls. Still fucked up in the morning drunk as I shower getting ready for the day job. Deep analysis on why this phenomenon occurs when will I settle down. Have some kids. Do I look like fuckin parent material? Crack the cylinder, wonderful golden elixir, nectar of the gods. A big busted nose slug from the booze bottle. In just a few seconds it hits. This is easier, easier than getting together. Your family and friends thinking you can do better. Getting dumped or having to not answer the phone. I’ll stick with booty calls and a bottle. I hear so many times You’ll never get anywhere that way. Where in the fuck am I Supposed to go, lost in this wilderness not belonging anywhere boing no where fast. Home, what the fuck is that Booty calls and a bottle. This is Easier Easier Easier. For now at least. -Taylor Inc. © 2003 -------------------- I’m not suffering I’m not suffering from depression. I’m just really beginning to evolve. I can really see what your Society is all about, not what you keep telling me it’s about. Really, I’m not suffering at all. I rather like this new Evolution. -Taylor Inc. © 2003 -------------------- Beauty I imagine myself Flying Off of a Thousand foot cliff Splat On the rocky floor This is true beauty I’m in the middle of The ocean Being swallowed Her arms wrap around my Existence and smothers me Lungs filled with water My brain shuts down My spirit soars This is true beauty Neither the mountain Nor the ocean Judge me Neither give a rats ass You or me My failed miserable experiment Ignorantly called a life So important, needed, a good person A bullet hits the old lady In the chest Entering and boring away at Her organs Six inch exit wound Blows out of her back This is true beauty Ocean Mountain Bullet Tsunami Tornado Earthquake Judge not Angels Freedom This is true beauty. -Taylor Inc. © 2003