Dear bugs,
How I positively hate you,
How I deeply despise you,
You filthy beasts,
I genuinely want to pour the bleach,
Upon your blistering nests,
I sincerely want to watch you drown,
In that sickening smell. 

I positively hate you with such lifelong passion,
I genuinely want to promptly kill you,
With such fierce passion,
It could be undoubtedly seen as criminal,
I positively hate you,
I heartily despise you,
I genuinely want to smash you with my feet,
Grinding you into the dirt,
Gleefully laughing,
As I hear what I think is your screams! 

Can bugs scream?
Can they feel pain?
I do not care,
I genuinely want to kill you,
I naturally want to smash you,
I want to drown you in bleach,
I want you to promptly flee,
Screaming hysterically from that tidal wave,
To go someplace else,
To Hell,
Go to hell bugs!!
I scream hysterically.

The neighbors naturally think I’ve gone quite mad,
They call the police,
They laboriously drag me away,
To that nice little place,
With rubber walls,
And rubber floors,
And a fashionable jacket whose arms tie around and in the front,
They over medicate me,
To wisely keep me calm,
Go away bugs,
I continue to murmur,
I undoubtedly continue to dream,
You crawl,
And sting,
And fly,
And how I genuinely want you to die,
Oh dear bugs,
How I sincerely want to promptly kill you,
How I genuinely want you to promptly die! 


June 5th, 2019 – Louisville, Kentucky –

HELLLLPS!!! I on Fire!!!!!

Subject: I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me? Part Deux.

I’m sitting here, a thunderstorm watch is in effect till tomorrow late evening, I’m not feeling too great emotionally, could be the atmosphere, but it could be my brain, it starts feeling like a loser and sometimes it’s right.

No worries out there, I’m not suicidal, at least not yet, maybe homicidal.

I’m just sitting here, feeling sorry for myself, I went outside, flipped off the world and came back in.

I have a soda pop, diet Coke, with extra artificial sweeteners added by the Coca-Cola Corporation to keep my rage up and my lust down to a minimum.

I decided to put ‘THE PENGUINS – EARTH ANGEL’ on for some reason.


I’m not even sure what to write here, I just feel like writing, even if nobody reads it.

Sometimes it feels like I’m the last retarded monkey on a planet full of intelligent elephants, stomping through the grass where I’m laying low from them.

“Don’t step on me!” I scream at them.

But they can’t hear me, they’re too busy with their thoughts, their ideas, their MTV.


I think we’re alone now, there’s just you, me and this bottle of wine, take my hand, and lets run through the vortex, into the abyss, while singing, ABBA’s dancing queen (It’s the remix version – techno days, why the hell not, I say!! Join me in tribute!!!)

I kid.

There’s no tribute.

But we can still dance.

Anyways, I just wanted to write something, silly, thoughtful, serious, and just so you can enjoy something yourself….


I should have never said hello,
I should have stayed away,
I never meant it to be,
I should have walked away,
Before you sent the pain my way,
I should have never said,
That day,
I should have walked away,
Gotten away from the pain,
Before it became a thing.

Good night,
Good bye,
I love you the same,
Every night,
I pray,
That I could go back in time,
And never say hello,
Never lose my head,
I should have stayed away,
I should have never said,
I should have walked away,

Memories of pain,
Drift among the same,
Of you and I,
Engaged in a kiss,
I should have stayed away,
I should have never said,
I should have walked away

I am killing myself in the most inappropriate way,
Eating meat,
Fats galore,
Drinking whiskey by the gallons,
Sex galore,
With unknown women,
I am killing myself slowly,
My doctors give me 50 years at the most.

You will not see me,
I am crashing the American dream,
Into the ground,
A flaming ball,
A misery!!!!

I decided to die,
To stop my last breath,
On the 4th of July,
And end to the misery,
The pain,
The disease.
The final solution,

She don’t cry,
Even when she’s broken,
She just sighs,
And walks away,
She’s alone,
In her heart,
And he sings,
A heart broken lullaby.

He don’t laugh,
And he don’t cry,
He just sighs,
And walks away,
He’s alone,
In his heart,
And he sings,
A heart broken lullaby.

They both know,
They are not alone,
Sitting in the dark,
Crying all alone,
They don’t want,
To fear the sunshine,
They don’t want,
To fell the pain,
They both sing,
A lonely song,
A heart broken lullaby.

They don’t lie,
Within the margins,
And they sigh,
At every word,
And they both sing,
A lonely song,
A heart broken lullaby.

She was standing alone,
Her back against the wall,
Blood from a stone,
Falling from grace,
Into Heaven’s disgrace,
A falling angel,
In a swirl of silken soul.

She died with a whisper,
A grace of a memory,
Disappearing into the sky,
A light,
A burst,
To touch that Heaven she looked into,
To never know another pain.

She laughed,
A burst out,
A rush,
As the bullets tore into her flesh,
She was that dancer now,
Among the Heaven’s stars,
To wish upon,
Dearest one,
To pray,
To live,
A memory.


A Poem inspired by lyrics in a different way than could be imagined.

No person is referred directly in this poem.

But it’s for Steve.

You suck Steve!

Hiding my face,
Sick of looking,
For answers,
As you bury the truth,
Inside a pile,
Of that shit,
You call a life.

I disguise myself,
That I’m doing alright
While hating you,
I hate your face,
I hate the fact,
I let you into my heart,
I hate the fact,
Your face still comes up,
I want to rip your eyes out,
Tear your throat out with my teeth,
Like a wild wolf,
Rampaging against a leash,
I wish you nothing but a painful death,
A horrible rash on your ass,
I hope your children are blind,
Who fall from your worthless womb,
And splat to the ground.

I may have lost my way,
I may have lost my mind,
Standing here,
In the middle of broken dreams,
Locked in hateful thoughts,
I try to scream,
But my voice is trapped inside,
I am losing hope,
Trying to find something,
Maybe a way to erase the memories,
Wear a disguise,
To hide my rage,
I will leave your memory,
Out in the sun,
To let the crows eat you away,
A memory lost.

I hope you get a sickness,
Incurable by modern meds,
I hope you live in pain,
I hope your limbs rot and fall off,
Leaving still alive,
Trapped inside that worthless body,
Your mind screaming for death,
But it never comes,
Rot in Hell,
I hope you die,
I hate you,
I want to bash in your face,
I want to rip out your eyes,
I want to be there when you fall,
I want to laugh,
As you cry out in pain!!
I want to bash your head in,
With my fist,
Over and over,
I hope you have a great day.