Before the show.

Im supposed to write lyrics
With spondees and pyrrhics
The words will be angry
Or the words will be satiric
Words like gangrene
Words acidic

Searching through Pappy’s drugs
He loved his roses, I, the hungry bug
Searching through tainted needles
I just wanted the love of the people
To be a man of the Steeple

But when human flesh
Is so like steel
For frayed neurons
Frantically afraid to feel

What is a boy to do?
When they’re the Nazi
And you’re the Jew

Modern Day Monroe

She stands at the bus stop
Monroe piercing
lonely, starry-eyed
she sifts through the gutters
for halvsies
and whatever smells
of marijuana

She stands
four inch heels
waiting for the number 6
so she can get to the poor part of time
town

and suck the cocks of men
that resembles her father
loosely
and for money
the last time she saw her father
posters of Monroe paved plaster
and stuck her face
for the name

she tried college
her report card
consistent
A big red C-A-B
Passing, sucking off
back of a C-A-B
the best grade she’ll recieve
until after he cums.

Daddy always read the big words
out loud
She was an investment
So he’d sound it out for her

I-N-C-A-R-C-E-R-A-T-I-O-N

Sometimes when she’s working
she remembers laying on the couch
her legs on his lap 

I-N-C-A-R-C-E-R-A-T-I-O-N

Now he knows the definition better than anyone
and she still loves, but fails to forgive

there are some words in that dictionary
too foul to remember.