paranoiayeah!

the latest terror plot
is a figment of my imagination
or a figment of
someone’s imagination
someone with an orange crush brain
that drips onto the pavement
on hot summer afternoons
my sweat is dripping onto the desk
while a fly buzzes across
the room from the wall to
the lampshade
oh I know you were sent
by the Devil with hair on his ass
to harass and torment me
you and my rotten family
and the rotten kids who scream
at the pool all day
and yes, Travis, someday a great rain
is gonna fall and wash
all this filth away—I mean
the flies and the devils
and the kids and then maybe I'll get
a chance to sit quietly
on hot summer afternoons
and suffer in peace.