Monster

There, under the bridge

There's a monster

Lurking on the surface of your mind

All the time

It's a new kind of monster

It sputters, sighs and cries

Raving in garbage, tongues and grunts

Proclamations, provocations

Fabrications, defamations

Exclamations, indignation

And poor punctuation

And it's the words alone

Never sticks nor stones

That get you

That get you

And it's disgusting

Putrid and diseased

Dripping fat and sick

Bulging ass cheek thick

And you never know for sure

Oh, how it teases its allure

Will the monster finally charge and gouge and gorge?

Will the monster finally go too far?

Better check, check, check, check, check, check, check, check

Check, check, check, check, check, check, check, check

Check, check, check, check, check, check, check, check

Check, check, check, check, check, check, check, check

Check, check, check, check, check, check, check, check

Like a litter-covered trail in the forest

Chip bags and beer cans

Condoms, cigarettes

Every time you check

That's what happens to your mind

Yeah, that's what happens to your mind

As you watch the monster, it digs deeper in your brain

Transforming neural pathways with its toxic refrain

The path gets bigger

The path becomes a street

The street becomes a super-wide super-dumb superhighway

The forest logs filled with chainsaws and smog

Now your mind is stuck in pounding traffic

Migraine sunlight suffocates you

Mufflers and horns

And stupid bad generic pop

Spitting out your shitty speakers

No bass

Just the din of tinny treble

Biting your teeth on the tinfoil metal

And sticky gunked-up Big Gulp cups

Strewed on the shotgun floor

Yeah, just a big old pile of Big Gulp cups