I'm not sure

I can survive on a diet
of Bill Hicks
for much longer


My political ethos
is bend all outta shape babe,
the ends have curled up
and sometimes I can see smoke
rising from the center of it
like a little forest fire
in a cartographers first draft

I can reasses I guess


Tell you what

you take the bullshit out of belief for me

pull all those double standards out
wriggling maggot white
shying from the light

Take away that stale adrenalin taste

the moment after you felt alive

the stomach stills

and your mouth dies

Remove the stains
from the pristine best intentions


and I'll come along for the ride.