DVD Factory

My head’s a DVD factory
Filling up with rejects
Manufacturing defects
Shitty dialogue and looping scenes
Of freak sex pretexts
“We’re girls and friends, that’s awesome!
I say we have a threesome.”
It’s fearsome, I’m dejected
Unexpectedly
By this neverending dance
The flutter in my heart
And the aching in my pants
No romance, I just want the bed
To re-enact bad porn
Being filmed in my head
That’s falling from the conveyor belt
To the factory floor
Gotta grab these discs before
They roll out my mouth
The open door
Into sunlight
No one can see them
I shouldn’t free them
On an unsuspecting public
Or do casting calls
With friends, I don’t have the balls
Anyway, I should scratch these movies up instead
Keep them in the dark
But there I might just want to watch them first
Set up a projector in my skull
Grab a popcorn, pop a Red Bull
Set up an editing console
Behind my tonsils
I’ll make this shit come out right somehow.