Rooney's Malaysian Airline Flight To Ukraine

I looked to the news
for my motivation today.
I saw some shit with Ukraine,
and a plane
they can't say
where it went.
Out of range.
Lost its scent.
We're all scared
The shit trends
But the Malaysian Air
ticket I would not have spent
cash on.
I'll pass on
a flight in that part of the world,
where the pilots are paid less than pretty cam girls.
Speakin' of the internet,
You Are Now More In Peril.
Heartbleedin' your data to all of the world.
Call it, Black Hat Tricks,
they'll attack with an asterisk.
Credit cards, passwords, pictures,
they have it.
All of those spooky hackers
the NSA is after.
You need to give THEM your info
so they can catch'em faster.
But don't let the fear grab ya.
Just mourn your favoritest* actor.
Mickey Rooney so happy,
until just right after
away went the fame.
He got old
no one came,
to uphold
his good name.
And the crooks they all rained
from his family to blame.
That's a shame.
That's a trip.
That's how some play the game.
I don't expect shit when I'm elderly,
hope I rot in the brain,
as to stay comfortably numb
unaware of the pain.
Maybe not. Grand-kids could rain from my reign on this planet.
I could see it, just not stand it.
All just pissin' and blabbin'
and poopin' and stabbin'
each other with all
they be foolishly grabbin'.
Just doing just as kids do.
And they might look to me too,
but I'm sorry right now
I'm just readin' the news.
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*I know favoritest is not a word.

Pixels and Play

up to late, playin' too many video games
it's funny how these flickering lights, get in your brain
they sustain, fuck the pain, fuck the sight that wants to wane
fuck that feeling you call drained
Fuck It Hard
FUCK FOR DAYS
fuck until that lust that fills you starts to die and decay
you hide from the light of day
disguised with pixels and play
smile with your mystical name
slow pissing all time away
struggle to stay awake
gettin' pale in the face
i guarantee you this,
those were Not "the days"

Slackin'

I haven't felt fantastic

caught up overreactin'

I'm feelin' my heels n' their clashing

grindin' n' whinin' n' dashin'

when I just need to sit, and think

I just have a rip, and drink

stare down a tunnel, i funnel these rumbles

it's sits in my mind i don't blink

it festers inside 'til it stinks

but I've been known to take rank shit, and sculpt it true just with time

just like good pruno and white ice

old cheese n' fine wine

cut a line, take a shot, shed some weight off ya mind

'til your blind