Marilyn Manson and a Waving Cigar

[Mannella]

Lift the corner. Smell the dirt. Wipe the pain. Change the bus. Drink from your glass and hurl. Chase the dog. Inhale the smoke. Taste the cold. Lick a texture. Fuck the system. Stare at the headlights. Jaywalk across your mother’s sidewalk. Adjust your glasses. Wave a torn cigar in the air. Relight. You don’t know how to rub the friction. Leave your town. Make sure you hate everyone, despite the fact that you are fine. Listen to the song. Smash the piano. Forsake the religion. Hold the handle. Chill the confusion. Break the glass. Snuff the flea. Suck blood with someone. Ouch. I think you just misunderstood me. It’s not hard to understand. Just sex after all. Scream the chorus. Flake in your dusty seat. Crumple your shoelaces. Steal the yield sign. Stop at the light that glows green. It doesn’t actually mean what it claims. Smile at the stranger. Frown at your lover, she doesn’t really love you. Slip on the pond. Dump your change. Steal a Toyota. Meet a girl. Lie from your face. Forget your roots. Defy the political lie. (only if you're deranged)



Oh I’ll find you therapy.
See a veterinarian.
Get your dog tags.
And get back
To your identity.


You don’t need
Marilyn Manson.
And he doesn’t give a (new) shit
About you.

(and your fake rebellion)

[Mannella]

It's very awkward, I know. It's not really as confusing as it seems. The first ramble is based upon an idea of rebellion. I'm trying to make the point that rebellion is useless, it isn't productive and it doesn't care about you. I use Marilyn Manson as an example of a rebellion that doesn't care about you.

[as_we_learn]

i couldn't really understand like i usually do with your work. kinda confusing. keep posting cause i like your work alot.

[Mannella]

It is difficult to understand. Thanks for the comment and the kudos.

[JimGray]

Too awkward for me, you go from no line breaks, to awkward line breaks...

[Mannella]

I originally wrote the piece in THIS format: Any difference?


Marilyn Manson and a Waving Cigar

Lift the corner
Smell the dirt.
Wipe the pain.
Change the bus.
Drink from your glass and hurl.
Chase the dog.
Inhale the smoke.
Taste the cold.
Lick a texture.
Fuck the system.
Stare at the headlights.
Jaywalk across your mother’s sidewalk.
Adjust your glasses.
Wave a torn cigar in the air.
Relight.
You don’t know how to rub the friction.
Leave your town.
Make sure you hate everyone
Despite the fact
That you are fine.
Listen to the song.
Smash the piano.
Forsake the religion.
Hold the handle.
Chill the confusion.
Break the glass.
Snuff the flea.
Suck blood with someone.
Ouch.
I think you just misunderstood me.
It’s not hard to understand.
Just sex after all.
Scream the chorus.
Flake in your dusty seat.
Crumple your shoelaces.
Steal the yield sign.
Stop at the light that glows green.
It doesn’t actually mean
What it claims.
Smile at the stranger.
Frown at your lover.
She doesn’t really love you.
Slip on the pond.
Dump your change.
Steal a Toyota.
Meet a girl.
Lie from your face.
Forget your roots.
Defy the political lie.
Only if your deranged.
I’ll find you therapy.
See a veterinarian.
Get your dog tags.
And get back
To your identity.
You don’t need
Marilyn Manson.
And he doesn’t give a (new) shit
About you.
(and your fake rebellion)