Generic Me

our membranes
are filled with propane
we're sucking it up
we're strapping it on
no body needs
to know about it
we're a genetic spill
we just couldn't
help it
as generic
as could be
so stupid
so selfish
flush away stains
burnt into your my brain
kiss your life down
the fucking drain
trying to convince us
that what you say
means anything
to the fucked up asshole
looking back
at you
in your bathroom mirror
a concrete block
around my head
with your roaming penis eyes
little pissing fucking drone
forcing brutal smiles
wrinkled thoughts
overtanned
one hundred
deadened thuds
for thoughts
ticking like sand
talking machine chattering
around and around
our heads
weaving into
lies