I suppose this poem was another of the exceptionally drunk collection. I think it deals with the frustration of how much crap is sold in modern culture and how people foolishly chase missery making mistake after mistake. Eventually people try to emulate what they are "supposed to be." Many never find themselves and only find a life of misery.

Copy Copywrite Copy Right

it is the copywrite

and i have the right

to tell you to copy this

and give it to whomever i

whomever you like

with it, whatever will they do

does it matter,

or do i care

that i have no

i am despair

silently shouting on the horizen

to the whores

and the girl I have my eyes on

then whats the chance I'll partake

in the girls whith Snoop, or maybe Nate

absolutley zero

as i am fate

Poems of depressing frustration