ha-ha-ha

by Dash Snow

another normal day,
day day, not a single thought without compulsive boredom,
excessively so.
makes the figdet slowly creep up your backbone,
tickle your neck, breathing on you. taunting.
nothing to do, oh what will we do.

this dilemma, of
nothing nothing nothing, makes you wish you had tyler .
it's worse than obsessiveness, it's worse than having
thought thought thought .
you can assemble them quietly,
a knock here, a smoke there.
but nothingness ?

it's the reason people drive too fast,
smoke too much, or hold that noose a little too tight while cuming .
it's the reason, reason reason fucking reason .

it is the reason they snort and sniff,
death, bare and open. ready
to catch you, falling.
i suppose we all hope to fly above it all.

but the rest of them- can't they see?
he played a joke on us, a fucking joke .

the joke of death is-
it's not like we're living to start with .
/you laughing yet?