Dead People Ride Elevators

Legs of steel that prance around the room like ecstacy creep up beside me on the couch. I cant understand its dialect of sicilian so I turn the other way, and hope to god it doesnt see me. Que in fireworks and lightning of bright green and yellow that run up the walls with a loud bang that settles in everyones gut like lead. I never did like monopoly it yells out to me, but I act like I dont hear it and continue looking at the wall. I know if I act interested theyll suck me in like a mutant octopus and fuck me like a rag doll. Times are changing and nothing is good for you, not women, not H, not nothing. Theyre still next to me on the couch and I whimper like a dying wolf. Finally they get up and move to their next abomination, I watch them hobble away like a broad who got fucked in the ass to many times and relax on the sweaty couch made of what used to be linen. Times were shitty and I was tired and out of luck. The opposite sex always rubbed me the wrong way, prissy shaven men who dance around in tights and shake their asses at men through car windows, lipstick as red as a dogs prick and nails as long as a banshee, they prowl the streets in search of someone who can open thier wallet a little bigger. Blonde, Brown, Black its all the same to me, its a pussy with a smile, simple. I was naive like you once and clung to every woman I knew, I waded in their shadow and waved green like a tree. Only thing is it never got me no where, they always did their thing and left like some two bit hooker, and I always thought it would be different, but like the dumb fuck I am, it always happend. I would sit there like some silent film actor with a dingus in my ass and stained cheeks wondering why this kind of shit happend to me not realizing that this broad behind me was calling her boyfriend while smoking my cigarettes.
Fuck the control machine, fuck him. He pisses me off, doesnt dish out, ya dig, he always wants a little more, like that fucker with the halo. They always give but take a little more. Crooked bastards who carry crosses and books filled with 3 letters. Look at the fucking Man standing on the corner with his deep blue suit and blue tie, Like a fucking Van gogh blot. I hope your face melts like a cassorole. They got jobs, they got money, and they probably got a cunt that sucks their dick like they owe them money, which they probably do. So cross that street buisnessman, suck that smoke deep into your black lungs, because cancer is in. I tried to be a prick once, I even had a cubicle with my name on it in Times New Roman, too bad I cant read and I fucked the system like a wrench in the gears, they fired me and told me never to come back, fuck em, I dont need em, fink bastards. Let me bend over so my asshole opens a bit further, the dildo is too big, hows that buisness man? Wide enough or has your dick grown. Fuck the control machine, never did me shit.
Brown updike umbrellas with silver ectoplasmic handles that disapear in the failing light sit in a row on the table in some ritual format. Bipedal nomads of all shapes and sizes step up and take an umbrella and wave it in the air like a headless chicken, no thanks I say and stand at the window. Look at these fucking mooks, sing in the rain why dont you, when I was your age I worked sucking coal into my lungs while thrusting a pickax into whatever was infront of me. Bulls flap in from all oriphaces and stomp the unsuspecting raquteurs into a pulp of shit and blood that resembles primordial soup. Freeze you cocksucking monkeys I hear, a pig wanders in and unzips his pants. Bring the fucking queen. They throw an unsuspecting broad up and he throws his lizard out and smacks her across the forhead. Colors explode like candy mountain tops and run down the sides of your imagination like melting butter that stains the carpet red, before I know it im out the window and in a pile of trash that smells like joey the kykes mother.
Dark alley, green sky that twirls like sewage and musty sailors that run grimey fingers through rotting fruit trying to find the worms like some morbent fisherman. Shmucks pedaling on all fours like wolves searching through dumpsters howl at the moon and pull their thumbs out their asses. Dont mind the shit on the wall cackles a ghost and I try to turn away. Two men fucking each other in the belly button with knives and a midget with a soldering iron soldering his dick hole shut come into view. Fuck it, oh yeah, I want to feel it down the tube. Pizza slides down his back and rotting food is splashed around like water, lapping up into the men like the sea. Wild hair grows like weeds from their bodies, two trees fucking in the distance, botany, botany botany. Cant miss my train, I feel it rush into my thighs and down my legs into my toes, I fall down and start to smile the smile of king and roll around in my bed of roses. My ticket says nowhere, but ive been everywhere.