by Justin Lewis | Feb 8, 2008 | Oeuvre
AMERICA TWOAmerica, I’m sad.America, someone is speaking well of you, it’s not me.I speak ill of you.America, these things have been said and asked before.Can you not see your Orwellian horror?When will you turn off the TV?All I see are guns and the...
by Justin Lewis | Feb 5, 2008 | Oeuvre
Our lives glued to the televisionthat’s entertainment for you Americanshalf-naked women climbing some ropewhite trash beer bellies busted for dopebullets flying and no praying childrenand tears left forgotten in the government dungeonbeautiful idiots playing a...
by Justin Lewis | Feb 1, 2008 | Oeuvre
Ubiquitous ThingsCellphonesand losersbare bonesand hootersPlastic facesLifts and bracesElastic bands and expanding waistsBearded lunaticskidnapping twelve year oldswho kick and scream just as they’re toldrich oily men with everyone’s moneylocked in some...
by Justin Lewis | Mar 30, 2007 | Oeuvre
ok now… multiple beers in me and i’m feelin alright it’s time for a change. not for something new but for something old something that worked for me cuz this this isn’t working i cant stay up all night drinkin beer when coffee is so much...
by Justin Lewis | Dec 15, 2003 | Oeuvre
What now? Thinking of cookies thanks to Erin. Snickerdoodles or chocolate chip. I really should go grocery shopping one of these days. ha Working on Reprise… the song comes full circle back to the Del Monte Hum same doors same rooms same...
