london blues: on the effects of a commodity culture
dedicated to the doc; dr. bobbymax, p.h.d., esq

to the doc,
i need help
crying, moaning...
great big whelps.

one day yes,
the other no
never happy
full of woe

scratching, itching
i need help
banging, scraping
miseries felt

heart is happy
but looking for trouble
soul is restless
wants out of the bubble

mind goes whacky
and i hear bells
london life
can go to hell

buy me, take me
use me, throw me
drink me, eat me
death me, death me

pale pink faces
skin of zit
drowning sorrows
in pints of spit

silly hooligans
punch me on the shoulder
anger vibes
crash down like boulders

haven't seen the sun
in over a week
haven't seen my smile
stretch from my cheeks

destroying my marriage
crying everyday
giving into my fears
hurtful things i say

snot ridden sleeves
and crusty eye goo
red eyes of sorrow
with all that i do!

unexplained anger
unresolved pain
cycles of despair
again and again

take me away
from this land of buy buy buy
send me back to
beirut's sweet lullaby.