Dreams
My head shakes with thoughts of you
Imagined situations pretending to be true
From a vast closed off bank
That only adolescence could penetrate
Every night a new movie will play
But a good dream will never stay
The feeling becomes too much
Up on the rise hoping it’ll never stop
Until your image fades away
As I blow my load into a sock
Comb Your Hair
“Run a comb through your hair!”
My Mom yelled to me out the door
Yet I couldn’t understand what the hell for
“To look nice and decent—
“To show we didn’t raise no slob!”
So, when did their reputation become my job?
And why do they care what others think—
About them, or me, or any-fucking-thing?
It’s the herd mentality
The blood of our society
If you’re not accepted, you’re an outcast
Cold, hungry, and alone
In primeval days one wouldn’t last
But times have changed
As well as the blood of our society too
You say there’s safety in numbers?
Tell that to 6 million Jews
So run a comb through your hair
You gotta look good for the assholes who don’t care
Allevi8ed Writing 
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