boredom arises suspicion in the most obvious of places
and can change the tides on days that are most auspicious
and i’ve had the misfortune of pulling a little hard on that tide
with a bottle of faded friends in my hand to which i plan to bib

a few too many quaffs of this foul tasting elixir of invisibility
and all of a sudden around me i can notice others mobility
i look down and peel off the label of this so called potion
warning: an inverse effect of your personal law of motion

looking at this mass of people all I can see are the nines
making just another crowd face as I’m dressed to the fives
the proper blind pauper cold painting my way with my touch
tracing imaginary finger paints staining ink from my clutch

but wait wait wait how could I find myself on the wrong side
drowning myself underneath this advancing social landslide
but if i’m all the way on the bottom then i’m ahead of the curve
sprinting myself well ahead of all of these observant reserves

i know what to do when I’m filled with some dirty knowledge
so I stand up and strut my mess through this coed college
rubbing my intelligence deep against her hard palate
tapping against her throat as she wants to accept it

she loves to gobble it up and then she swallows it down
word by word until there’s no more fallacies on her gown
smiling as it was planned she fits me with her garland
i’ll give my knowledge again when her horizons expand

so here i am this broken down man with a garland in hand
land-legs on land but there’s a demon growing in this man
constantly causing leaky glands in all of these weakling men
but, my co-friend, a man with a plan is a man who can stand

so i keep walking through the mass waiting for my last bypass
asking the dumbass to pass my insight behind to the class
I’m Dr. Andrews, i’m here to muse you into injecting booze
and hop on this drinking cruise cause it’s time for you to renew

so if you want to advance in your current positional stance
you’ll have to take that chance and take heed in the variance
open up your veins deep into chapter two, my acquaintance
before we begin ladies lets say the pledge of a riddance

I pledge of a allegiance to the Dr. Brandon
of this semi-random armed pleasure kingdom
and to destroy his enemies that try to stand
scratching and screaming while under him,
inseparable, with swift justice for all.

chapter three time my friendly little sheep in wolves clothing
hear that infinity of your life in your voice when you’re moaning
you’re caught in between the past and future called now
finding yourself constantly walking up while the mind pulls down

excellent class now why don’t you get up off your dumb ass
let go of your crass so we can sail out of this bomb blast
to escape from the cast that keeps making things contrast.
but we can’t stop here the fading ocean is drowning me fast

they can try as they might as they will never stop my life
there’s only one key to my light and it’s locked away tight
their threats are too trite and they don’t have enough sight
cause only my sprite could open this bottle with her slight

pushing my caravan, selling my variable schizophrenia wares
sales on offerings of unique understanding on multiple layers
i’ve got the brightest of moments and the happiest of time
and the worst demons, all whilst convincing the mass to buy

thats your lesson for now i’ll answer any question but how
to show you the vow is something that I am just not allowed
questions, concerns, or comments in any form of an array
keep them to yourself i dont really care about them anyway

great now here’s a comment card my progeny of society
I’ll be twiddling my thumbs until you give them back to me.
“amazing, marvelous, divine, and atypically surpassing
astonishing, shocking, with a halo that’s breathtaking”

shut your sexing mouths students you’re dirty little whores
only the person I adore can tell me of how that I can soar
expletive off, before I return to you this shitty bull stool
That’s when I taught those pupils all about the thumb rule

i look around and stand up out of this current thumb position
looking at the sea of faces now displaying a disgust mutation
so i forsake the students with reckless discarded abandon
moving down the cobble as the rabble doesn’t deserve Brandon

once again i find myself sipping on my faded little bottle
releasing on strangers as if they just won the raffle
still dressed in fives and looking at the nines lives
so i head back to my place to add a one to my fives

i know my disastrous calamity came with a razors edge
the survivors of the apocalypse transcend from the ledge
my faded bottle vacant all i can see is my reflection
with my binary vision i see my life in bi-direction

i have daily visions so that means i must be a visionary
lets drop all our beliefs and start to line up behind me
i will fix my halo if it means the idea can be grabbed
preaching the neutral word if you’ll pick up my bar tab

you’re all children to me as I’ve lived the lives of many
so far I have traveled whilst only wanting a little company
and the most important thing i’ve learned of all of my lessons
wishing you were me is the first step to being a better person

Dripping dense darkness derivatives delving densely drizzling downward dissertates desperation down dismally drained dancing disappointed decayed destructive domestically damned demon diced dagger dreams.

with a yawn, a stretch, and a few too many back cracks
a tactical warning to those who would disturb that
she fixes up her hair and gets dressed to the nines
when she passes you by your blinded by beauty that shines

she can look you in the eye and tell you all about your life
the warmth she keeps inside i can’t wait to make her my wife
the doppelganger of an angels song in physical manifestation
if you look close enough you can see the halo of her exaltation

her ability to show you up with her intelligence is just innate
and it doesn’t matter how well you think you can debate
she’ll put you in your place faster than you can believe
your head will be spinning so much you can’t even see

her grace is impeccable her elegance is purely divine
with such amazing radiance it will never be confined
look around you and you’ll see there is no one better
one simple glimpse and your heart will start to flutter

her gaming prowess can be matched by only one
who loves to dive into the fray like he’s a simpleton
no matter how difficult or no matter how much flak
there is never a worry you know she’s got your back

the music and movies she loves is that of impeccable taste
enjoying them with her causes feelings that can’t be placed
give her some cards and you’ll find your all out of cash
stand up against her and you’ll get a bad verbal lash

she’s a the most beautiful freak and it’s so very true
here mere presence makes the whole world rather askew
you get lost in her smile and see the future in her eyes
the complete package I would say if I would have to surmise

with a couple of uttered worlds she can brighten your day
and will make all of your troubles so quickly drain away
with ink to this paper I indeed write this tribute to her
because she is what this world does so richly deserve

with a yawn, a stretch, and a few too many back cracks
a tactical warning to those who would disturb that
she fixes up her hair and gets dressed to the nines
and heads out that door to get any job she can find

sorry madam but you’re over qualified for this position
the words ring out but on the inside she’s not listening
there’s just too many people and there’s not enough jobs
keeping her from succeeding in understanding the mobs

the final door shuts and it’s time to head back again
this day like all others has it’s taint from that woman
taking the bus on the way back to the waters edge
waiting for that bitch to push her closer to that ledge

under the controlling reign of queen shit of fuck mountain
time keeps passing as there’s no more youth in that fountain
and when that queen comes back everything must squeak
clean and neat or the situation starts to become so bleak

so she picks up that mop to clean up this so called home
under this caesar’s rein we all know what you do in rome
it’s time to change again once there is no more dirt in sight
different shoes a few new scents and hope to ignore the plight

she expeditiously retreats with her cousin out the front door
afraid of the words that will be said from that fucking whore
with a gang of new friends it’s time to start that new life
it’s not happy but the smiles pour out forced by the strife

proud of the life she made out of this little origami blade
naturally blind to the design of the all of this blockade
she’s so proud of living in the trenches of her independence
but with this new life she will never get her transcendence

there can never be a soul that could say her path has any ease
she sticks with it, trudges through whilst ignoring the disease
she’s afraid that the wonderland that is offered might be a tease
and she’ll never known how everything can be fixed by that release

so she sits with her group making what friends that she can
with a random glimpse here and there of her life with her man
trying to flip open this book to the world that he creates
the easy life, it’s about damn time, but she always hesitates