This does not mean anything, it is just a random ramble of my consciousness.

humor, in black and white
much like scent in a little brown eggshell
to Pandora or her roommate
it all seems so amazing
with greener grass
and better pastures

counting your chickens
and hens and sheep
throwing away your old socks
wearing a new pair every day

because America is full of dollar stores and whores
cheap wine
bad salesmen
and lawsuits

the hero says "for your country"
and villain says "for your wealth"
its all the same
drenched in gasoline and whiskey
bars and martinis

your sushi went sour
with free air and hydrogen
black tire marks
on the white pavement of outer space

while Mc Hammer
can touch it all
and you just can't

I sleep alone
with only a pillow and a white noise maker
an alarm clock
and The Matthew Good band on the radio

you're crashing from the caffeine
as the little foreigners don't learn the language
on your telephone they give you the option
chose life or death
chose Darwin
or chose your own personal Jesus
walking down fascination street
build a wall
and keep the rivers shut

down with the rain forest
a new age of sand and limestone will soon rise
when we all migrate north
or south
to the outer reaches of your deodorant trail
down your black shirt
to your white tie
as you watch your grandmother die
in the house where she grew up

out the window is the widower
plowing the street
with a noisemaker and forty ounces of malt liquor
preaching a new gospel
joining the masons
becoming a shriner

and you're left
with your tattered blue jeans
your Toyota Prius
and a framed picture of John Denver

not to mention
a hemp seed of a new culture
plant it
and have the helicopters
and Gestapo slit your throat

have the drag queens
and koalas hold your arms
while Fred Penner and the tattoo artist formally known as Puffy
paint your body with whip cream and mac software

there is no way out of this maze
and surely no way in
how did we get here?
and why is this all inside of my brain?
wasting away

fermenting
brewing
aging

I sell mattresses and vacuum cleaners

when I die, squeeze my skull
and drink whatever liquid flows from my ears

you just found the meaning of life
you just found the fountain of youth
you are an alcoholic.