Fastfood disappointment

(Clerk)Where is your ticket?
Your licence?
Your papers?
Where is your permission to live freely?

(clerk)Couldn´t you make it to a printer?
A registry office?
The town hall?
Couldn´t you find the time in your nobody life?

(dumbfounded customer)But all I wanted was a hamburger sir.

(clerk)No hamburger without a ticket son, don´t you know the rules?
The inconveniente exceptions?
The extra hidden fees?
Don´t you know how to get brainwashed by dynamic advertising?

(dumbfounded customer)I guess i´ll try another shop then.

(clerk)Hope you applied for an all-inclusive exit stamp do you even know what that is?
Have you ever thought of applying?
The motto now is enroll or die.
Couldn´t you just get that stubborn hand signing?

(dumbfounded customer)I feel sick i think I need to use the restroom!

(clerk)So you must have procured the exclusive restroom pass?
What´s your deal, afraid of queues?
Life without documents is what´s eating you.
Get yourself stamped, screened and scanned through and through.

(clerk) But for now you´ll be stuck here for a time
 while I complete your thirty four fines

The broken beetle

I don´t want to know how it still lives
Singing amid the wounded beetle´s battle cry

I don´t want to know how it broke it´s legs
Or why...
 it´s pursuing me in the flooded dreamy lowlands

I don´t want to know it´s genus name
I just want to watch it die

I don´t want to live other´s dreams
And see mine come untied

I just want to fill the pool with my own insects
Ones that swim, crawl and fly

Enough about the broken beetle already
I´d rather watch it die

It won´t be me legless in the water
watching myself fail my last try

Dream at night and do by day

Quiet creatures are our goals
We know they´re there we´d just wish they were louder
More obvious more detailed
Wanted posters and loud stereo reminders

Just pick it up we say to ourselves
Take initiative and go for gold
Easy weeks of preparation often go by without an eye
firmly on the thing we want most

Waiting for a green light could be waiting in vain
We shout in our own heads to pick it up
Buy it acquire it realize it
For heaven´s sake life is short

Or if it´s patience you are after life is long
And if it´s tranquility you´re after life is still
But it´s neither and most other things only eat struggle
or they starve to death

So pick up that line I hear the sky scream
Make it happen, dream at night-do by day
Dream at night-do by day
Dream at night-do by day

Security and lost cousins

Guard the garage she said
As she guarded the front lawn
Guard it from what? The howling wind?
Guard the area as she put in her pizza order.
The warm house lit up and beckoning

She on the lawn looking at pictures of herself through the night
as if it were a mirror
Throwing love into the darkness reflecting her life long expression
Looking up at where god would be sitting if he wasn't so busy convincing us
of how much we needed security

Pizza came and I'd left my post
 I was eating like a leech on it's host
While she was guarding in the night's gail force winds
I heard a scream so out I went the wind collecting me
throwing me to the rescue

There it was facing her, the wolf
Bat and axe found my hands
Eyes looked to wear wounds would land
The wind blew the fear out of my heart courageously
The lost cousin was saved

Like fluid

The seats were all parallel
No one can ever save us now
Pouring out of the train like soft drink
The train askew on the rail as it growls
Progress is a clatter and a "clink clink"

Stuck together on the verge of sweating
The carriage like an oven baking discomfort
Tasty for the abandoned factories
Tasty for the waste and haste
Like fluid we squeeze into this sliding bottle

Shaken up on the line steel and stone
To make money for cellphones
To make money for screens
Waiting for the squeeze
You go by train when you live under the city's knees

No five lines of justice
Will make the pudding sweet
We're just fluid in containers
We're just drops of flesh on the street

Shine the way your supposed to under this late january sun
Our time has intertwined and is loaded like a gun
Our lives have just begun

Good advice is taken to the grave

Good advice comes and goes
and what you take is what you know
Use it in a fix to get through the day
Take it to the grave and that´s okay

Good advice might cure insomnia
Or harden that hellbound diarreia
If it´s given a place inside your ear
Your daily grind will be less impaired

Good advice a shining thought
Sensible answers not often caught
In an impulsive world where reason fought
Now entirely lunacy wrought

Our blindness to the obvious, our obsession of sorts
seeking what dead ambitious sailors sought