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.

Pimpmobile

I’m waitin’ for you at the Greyhound Station
In my pimpmobile
Rims of polished steel, Neil
I stand tall while you crawl
On all fours
Pickin’ up quarters stuck to the floor
While I toss bills down from the sky
Riding high, my car’s a boat
You’re swigging Popov
Plastic bottle in your trenchcoat
Top off all the time
Digging through lint in my bench seat
Tryin’ to find another dime
Still here we are, coming from different places to the same destination
Inebriation, sedation
Prowling the bars for copulation
Living to fill the void
A living hell, trying to avoid
What is real
What is real?
What I see or what I feel?
I feel like a chump, not a pimp
Drinking in dumps every week
Waiting for your broke ass like a trained chimp
No cash in your bank, no gas in your tank
Plus your phone ain’t got no minutes
I’ll make you do your penance
In shots, fuck you up
But never let you down, clown
I can’t leave you here, I need you near
By my side
Or I can’t hide
My bad habits
Plus you’d have to catch a cab, it’s
Sad, you said there’ll be chicks that fuck like rabbits
There, and I need you to be yourself, a dick
The stick to my carrot
So it’ll be less apparent
How dull I am
I need you here in the passenger seat
With an aura of defeat
You think I’m a friend?
I just need you to defend
Me from my own head
So I don’t beat my ass up with it
Thinking I’m the only one who does this
If I end up home alone in bed
Tomorrow, tomorrow never comes
I don’t wanna look like one of the bums
But I don’t have to if I’ve got you
I’m a fighter, you’re a fool
My bling looks brighter next to you
I won’t tell you none of this
Just greet you with a bumped fist
Still if I did, you’d be glad
I’m talking about you, good or bad
But no you won’t know it
I won’t show it to you
Owe you another brew
I’ll just hold you in contempt of the courtroom in my head
A small venue
Only room enough for one
Unlike this car
Hey, man, there you are
It’s good to see you brother