i saw Archie bunker on main street
and a faux faux faux band
and a hypocrite with a mohawk
and a sailor with a grin
i saw jesus there as well
bored and broken, oh yeah
i saw harry potter cutting his finger tips
and way too many phony highs
i’m taking names and numbers, says god.
like in the deli line
ham
salad
roast beef
who has the time?
goodbye captains
goodbye saints
good bye relics
good bye aints
oh where doth my suffering come
this all encompassing tedious
what of this need for food?
No place to even call your own
Am I a doctor?
We all call for the Carpenter.
To dream the impossible dream
And then you wake up.
You reveal yourself all days long.
You will starve young soldier for what it’s worth
The curse the curse the curse
Not upon the empty sound
Not upon the sacred ground
Trippers and journeyman
A forgone intent
This lamentation stereo
You ought to repent
Which one’s sick
I don’t know
The death of you
Seems like ego.
no one knew i was dead. 
the art of kEith is beauty
the art of kEith is truth ‘mostly’
the art of kEith has FELT very much
SEEN very much
LOVES very much
when i had a nurse
i partied to my hearts content
she came home
anyways
i never really cheated
maybe once or twice.
when i had a nurse
here’s to the monkey.
bold and stout.
free as a breeze.
no doubt.
what can we say?
oh monkey o’lay
a goofy fool,
Adam. tool.
