there is a right to passage
something that i missed
on the way to growing up
bombarded by magazine covers
and celebrity envy

we used to stand in the crowd
like every other dirt bag pair of friends out there
waiting for just a little taste
of a little something
now i couldn't tell you why

i remember being raised with this promise in my head
but you taught me most promises
are just lies waiting to happen.
we used to have adventures
and i still can't seem to figure out
what changed

Well I broke my legs and neck
a few dozen times that one summer.

That would certainly change a person.

An actor would have to start writing his own material
because the famous stuff just wouldn't cover it anymore.

Maybe I didn't change. Maybe you just got a job
behind my back
and started liking all kinds of faggy department store
rock and roll.

maybe i did change. i don't know.
the mirror plays cruel tricks when
you're not looking
and goddamn did it have a go on you.

i never noticed myself until
just now -
6 shots of dirty dreams and a
heavy dose of harsh reality later
you're sitting in church again
thinking about playboys and football -
how boring you really were

always along for the ride
never willing to drive

At least I know how to read,
motherfucker.

It's not like I don't remember
getting high in your bunker that served
as the largest collection of picture books
ever assembled.

Being illiterate ain't so bad.
Krusty The Klown can't read,
and he's had a pretty good career.

You used to dance away from car accidents.
Did you ever think of going pro with that?

07/29/2010

Author's Note: another ride with the ridiculously talented mr. ricard. always a blast! always unexpected results

Posted on 07/29/2010
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