lets get excited shall we?

here i am lying in a field;

an operating room, a dissection table,

the grass is green wet and slimey

"your brains have been stolen"

says the debauched millionaire

i ignore and 

in the distance i hear motorcycles of self destruction 

while Napoleons voice creeps throughout the skies 

time passes and passes and passes 

but is ultimately worthless like my skin 

my skin and bones and brains 

my internal organs 

all hauled up

and thrown into the river 

floating through sewers 

i meet prehistoric humans, aggravated fishermen,

and caverns of mindlessness 

all illuminated and thrown into space

catching a newspaper

my eyes are glued

to stories of drug-whore doctors 

and asylums of freedom 

someday, i think, just someday,

i'll get to sleep

it's all i really want