Doxylamine (performed by Brandale Elmore + Author)
4Brandale Elmore & Greg Huffman perform the poem Doxylamine
They keep telling us to wake up - I keep saying I need my sleep
The longer that I stay up - more that pain keeps burrowing deep
On this Unsleeping Earth our placement
is ever burning torment and abasement
and we have become so complacent
that we eat shit and say we taste mint
some say it's a simulation - then it must be Incomplete
barren planets and Unpainted empty spaces so replete
to be left Unconstructed isn't worthy of the glorious elite
did god experience executive dysfunction and defeat?
big bang? -- Interrupted mid-coitus
he shouldn't have left us, he should have destroyed us.
I mean he's already slowly acting out an antfarm holocaust
But it just keeps regenerating and going, so all is hope lost
This sordid nightmare realm has a celestial dictator at the helm
with no clean escape from this ghoulish lubricious hellscape
with his horrid minions acting out mental pernicious jail rape
Most minds are lazy and they call us crazy, because we find it odd we live in a land ruled by the Marquis de Sade.
We are wide awake and it seems a dream we can't break from
If we are lucky, we can sleep back to what true reality may come
Hallucinations congeal for so long they register as real
Melatonin & Benadryl won't forever take away the feel
The succor of succinate is only so great
But the pain on our plate, placed by this fate
cannot it ameliorate being awake for this late
See that look on their faces?
It's destroying my soul on a daily basis
These shadow people must be demons
though they call them my fellow human beings
just god's worthless spilled semen
everything is so perfectly awful
for a god to not exist that hates us all
So it seems to me: the handgun is the best sleep med OTC
so would it be so bad for a dose to the head in hopes to set thee free?
Are we all to blame for this unenjoyable game?
all are one - ! - we are god inside
Decide on Deicide - put the pill to the side
of my head - a more efficient genocide.
Maybe this whole world will have died
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