NaPoWriMo day 3

All right.  I lied.  I'm going to put this up here.

Sometime between her left hand on my thigh and her right hand on the girl’s breast

I realized it’s hopeless.

We are freaks.

We are masochists on Mondays

Transformational on Tuesdays

And just…weird on Wednesday.

The day-by-day tick of our mortal clock

The resounding sounding of our lives counting down

We do anything to drown it out.

We listen to Justin Beiber.

Pay people to get on stage and talk about their feelings.

Turn the volume up on our impulses

And go to bed with people whose names we don’t know.

We make mistakes with the regularity of insanity

Doing the same thing expecting a different result

Because hitting the ground hurts

But falling feels so good.

We can’t just have a burger

We need it double, with cheese, extra bacon.

We can’t just have our portion

We need it super-sized.

We can’t just walk

We need to drive

We can’t just drive

We need to fly

Rage against the atmosphere

And stick flags into the moon.

After all.

Survival was never enough.

We made guns and bombs

With nations to use them

And signs to protest.

We made condoms so we can fuck more

And churches so we feel bad about it,

Installed God all-powerful

And bit-by-bit are taking his job.

We freaks march to no certain beat

Walk the knife-edge line of good and evil

Eat every goddamn fruit in the garden

And smoke whatever weeds we find!

We are the descendents of bad decisions

Of evolutionary screw-ups,

Living out our tradition of shooting first

And asking questions always.

So stay freaky.

Life’s too short

To just survive.

In other news, I have a youtube channel!