Polarities

Oh I remember when Mikey had these dreams

These dreams of becoming a scientist

But they turned into a fucken sludge made o’ schemes

He looked up from his life and wondered how he got there

How the dreams he had in 1992 turned into a quagmire of despair.

The six strings did not just draw blood

They drew something worse

Something undefined

Something bare

Not a single cunt kenned the score

And that there was a Hell goin’ on upstairs.

There was a Hell goin’ on upstairs.

Mikey held out fighting and visiting jails

Getting cop-raped with fat fucken thumbs

He kicked some cunt’s skull in until the bastard’s brains turned to mud

That attempted murder

Just too much to handle

So down to the south he fled

He loaded up on smack and green for a blowjob

He took himself a small Texas stead.

But it was shit as everything is

And he hopped another Greyhound bus

Found this sexy little thing who liked Dada

And fucked her in a bathroom somewhere in Kansas.

Next Chattanooga

And a house fulla cockroaches

Some faggot who tried to suck him off

And in a fugue he almost allowed it to happen

Then he broke the motherfucker’s muff.

So he went Buck Nutty

And deep dicked the world nutty

Landed this sexy little cunt named Courtney

And the lot of his friends became jealous.

But he didn’t care

Let the daft cunts stare

Mikey’s a God and that’s all there is to it.

But to stay in Heaven he needed his horse

To ride through the Pearly Gates

So he started collecting

And bones he went breaking

And eyes he crushed under his boot.

Oh Dirty Mikey…

Can you ever live it down?

Then them six strings came back and so did the Star

But he was a Star and she was a Star

A Star of the underground the other Star despised

So he beat her fucken ass and left her to die

Sickening is the thought but every moment deserved

For him

And for her.

Next went the club scene and everything obscene

His dick it stayed wetter than the inside of a toilet

His blood ran green with chemicals and despoilants

Zero Gravity and everything done nicely

Four pussies landed in Milwaukee

But that was nothing

Nothing compared to Mikey’s little trip back home

If a home he ever had in Tennessee

To that dead goddamn Valley

That place in the dirt

Where he deep tunneled everything with a pussy

And those six strings that killed him

Brought a swoon he despised

But loved out of the corners of his eyes.

So he played diabetes

And got needles with easies

Does that make sense

You shit cunt yes it does

And I’m cursing too much but I guess that’s the way it goes

When you’ve lived in the mud.

There was Whitney

And Beth

And Savannah

And Jenny

And Cora

Kristina

And Anna

So much vagina it began to stink

But nothing served to calm like the pink

I guess Mikey wanted back in the womb

And the OC did its best to presume

A way back inside

Too bad not prescribed

But finally the Xanax vanilla.

The tragedy here is that Mikey,

See,

He never really meant

Or CHOSE

To be this kind of guy

Fighting every last motherfucker

And breaking their ribs

Skull fucking their eyes

Ripping their windpipes

Maybe killing

No cries from the cops as yet but who knows.

Loved the knife at 15

Used it a thousand times

But somehow he lives free

And was free to do all these things I have shared with thee

Married

There is no more to share

Aside from a legacy

Polarity.