The Birth of Boring

I've got this twitch, see
thumbs nod yes yes yes
press press press
head-banging for some
technicolor morphine
no-no--novacaine--
eyes glazed donut holes
and blank brain black rot
vertebrate curvature
and buzz smothered tone deaf ears

Don't know if I believe in souls--
gotta have one to believe in I guess--
but this one here's deep asleep to a lullaby of:
Lose weight now!
Natural male enhancement!
Need cash now?!
Sign up for your free motherfuckin trial
and put yourself on the road to self-erasure in no time

We're talking suicide, folks
the bloodless kind
the mindless loveless needless kind
that fattens you up,
shoves sleep under your eyes,
numbs your ass
and puts the salivary crust at the corners of your mouth

Nervewracked,
jittery,
ants in the pantsy
frightened by mirrors
cause
it ain't a pretty sight
when the best, most painful parts
die by way of life.