Always
Wanted
To be a good boy
I never talked
Looked down
Said thank you and had
Dreams of flying a plane
Far over dark territory
And firing missiles
Scourging the planet of the pestilence
Like
A cold, steel America
To be forever
At one with the void but
Slackerdom
Knows
No bounds so I
Bound into the cafe
And peruse the magazines
Looking for Guitar World or Guitar Player
Or somebody stirring a soup with the neck of a guitar, anything
But up stomps a misanthropic
Attractive 18 year old girl
Who probably has
Father issues and STD’s and
I see female breasts on the magazines
On the shelves
My di** doesn’t even move and
My eyes avert
Breaking the girl’s heart and
She will go on to bound
Into bars of girls wearing next to nothing
With single-celled plankton hitting on them
Telling them they want an “anal blow job”
Before up, high ahead
Will fly the cold, steel void
With eyes like green photosynthesis
To drop missiles down on our country
He always wanted to be a good kid,
Looked down,
Smiled and scowled,
Carried in his back pocket a seven-foot-tall can of Raid…