Skit-zoid Image in Nation

wrath is a bitch
but she's good in bed
make you feel all warm wet sticky
make you quiver like that last bite of caramel apple
dripping
don't want to make it die
can't help but chew it up
make a mess all over the place
but god damn it's sweet.

some kind of joy in this
somewhere, buried, maybe
can't say you like it love it
but you know you need it
you know you
fade without it.

all drawn up inside yourself, shriveled up, half-dead
being nice ain't all it's cracked up to be
what with oprah and the teletubbies
and a whole washed up washed out bled dry world of
vapid-smile zombies
it's nothing, man
let it go
forgive and forget but what's life
without a game or two
suit up put on your armor
thick socks and pretty helmet
stretch lips over teeth
practice
practice
practice
there you go
there's my smile
lovely
can't tell it's fake
from this far away
all the right words memorized
spit into the air between you
and them
change it up, now
don't let them see the pattern
they might catch on
and then it's five more minutes of talking
digging out
before you can play again

and your mouth gets dry
and your teeth stick to your face
saliva like glue
limp arms pull taut and ready
there now
it's almost done
rip your face off
tear your head off
let the real one out
there she is
there's your bitch
lie down with her
i'll watch from here
suicide peep show
and i've an endless pocketful
of change.