Of Landfills And Losers 

So simple to crush, my aluminum
So easy to trash, my continuum
All merely slaves, my curriculum
It matters not, myself or them

Cancer, the fire that melts into me
Stripped, gliding naked up a flammable tree
Canopy view ignites into past
Firemen tears are sacrificed fast

Cradle will crumble, piss on the floor
Wet, paper tile, open dirt sores
Tearing at cold seams, revelry clear
Swallowed up fetus, has crawled in my ear

Distance I let in, soaked up disease
Scrap metal hunger, with a broken glass breeze
Swinging man whispers from a blinding TV
Sweet nothings and nails to crucify me 

So simple to crush, my aluminum
So easy to trash, my continuum
All merely slaves, my curriculum
It matters not, myself or them

Compliant as pain, reaction he gets
Empty the waste can, an audience regrets
Shiny box syndrome, leeched through his eyes
Lifelessly flaring with a UV disguise

Back in the forest, the greenery bled
Ashes and idiots, which comfort our bed
Simply, I woke up, at least I had hoped
Gushing from brain cells and where I was groped

Astray I was kneeling to rest from myself
Crusted and greasy, a life on a shelf
Dishevel as raindrops initiate floods
A piece of a building that sinks into mud 

So simple to crush, my aluminum
So easy to trash, my continuum
All merely slaves, my curriculum
It matters not, myself or them

Covered and stirred, a stew of the waste
Bubbles in house, suburban the taste
One more to empty, the garbage man's here
A system disposal, implosive repair