written and performed by myself ...

captive audience

written so a child could understand,
though for them you wouldn't want to read,
give me some more subject matter,
as i feel the need to bleed,
with my tabloid style of poetry,
give me all you've got and everything you can throw at me,
so i can turn a mole hill of nothing into a mountain of sh*t,
defragmentize all information piece by bit,
an every day nobodys acid burn sarcastic wit,
hammering it all down between the parallel lines,
rushing in like amphetamine blues just to pay the speeding fines,
so i can white wash the cruel intentions,
never hold a candle to a petrol soaked pretension,
the danger of a personality marauder,
infected by social disorder,
who is seeking and searching seductive designs,
as i try to fulfill my own vision of life,
with Christmas tree lights showing the way through the field of mines,
to quench the imaginary desires i imprison in my head,
i chew all,
but not always swallow everything I'm fed,
knowledge that is vomited back up like a bulimics dinner,
the more that is publicly sampled,
the more we seem to get thinner,
in your idealism,
in your points of view,
i couldn't be who i am now,
without my audience,
without you.

Captive audience

com battle viticus