I Found A Business In My Sadness

Am I in time to burn?
or do I have to wait my turn?
I find my match in gasoline.
Inflammatory and joyously grievous.
I like to lick tape, and chew my mike and Ike's in piece.
Insanity is gravy to drink backwards.
I often get it caught in my teeth.
I look at the sidewalk and the businessmen walk by in digust.
My business all over the place.
Set up a stand and join the disarray of putrid thought.
In my haste to make waste, I forgot to Howl at the crazy sane people.
I will howl this and that for pennies, nickels, and dimes.
A fine trade for the poor.
Beg and you will achieve nothing in nothing.
A scrap for this, A scrap for that.
A fine kettle to cook the ill's gotten gains.

Smells & Fireworks for Assholes

   Tired of being sick. I've been very ill with some form of virus that will not stop. It's trying my patience the  f***ing thing should die soon. I'll be so frigin' happy. I could puke joy. In regard to my mental status. I'm as crazy as ever. I despise that word, yet sometimes, I like to use it anyway. I'm at a loss for things to wright about. I'm about as comfortable as sitting in a room of vipers with those snaps for kids on the fourth of July. Just bidding my time to decide which vipers to whip snaps at. Gotta die sometime, might as well go out with a bang. I would like a last meal though. My house stinks of some sort of gas. Which as of present is undetermined about the origin. I think I nuked the basement with bleach and poison with snap-traps as the finale for the little bastards. I believe some died in the walls and are impossible to retrieve for disposal. So I'm subjecting my family to the stench of the disease ridden animals decaying. Yaayyyy! F***ing Mice, Rats, whatever it is. Die, Die, Die! I can't bring a baby home to this, and expose my children to this. I have a dehumidifier on full blast in the affected area, and the smell seems to be dissipating. Thank you God! Please respond in kind!  

Mahalo.