Bugolgi Apparatus

Drugs Everyone in this place Must be on drugs How else could they   Stand these indignities Only this accounts For the lack of love Feelings must be Encased daily Every day a man begs for bread In a car of people Well-dressed, well-fed Not a single person Crosses his palm He's us and we Can't give a damn Everyone escapes High on themselves Too tired to confront This vicious reality It's in and out Of our hands Lost in mirrors Ending madly

Wild I had a feeling you were wild but I never thought you were with it I bet you preferred to hide it at times wishing to kill it as it tried to fuck your professionalism I noticed it’s the only thing keeping you alive when you come to think of it everything you do the rest of the time is just a form of accounting

I learn so much from bad art.

Vestigial Tales Lost when you Become an adult What you could tell Your younger self Some feelings You can't even spell Leaving their marks Without a pause It's colder inside Than it is out You're left with Vague suspicions And drowned meanings Still haunted by what You thought You'd become

Nice You speak several languages Earn more than my parents Cause a lot of damage Living many lives Despite three mortgages And your achievements You're not a happy person And there's so little time To be nice  To find where love's hidden  To give without getting Permission To be nice without hope Of being a winner To find the something Missing in your interior Cynicism's easy  But it's not charming You get defensive I know you're hurting To see the worst in people To always know how it ends To feel superior when It comes to facts It leaves an emptiness in you  That continues to expand But to be nice To leave it behind To think twice Taking heart over mind To feel light Free of the burdens  Pressing down On everything around you