BATHROOM STALLS

Fame is merely a number

Etched into bathroom walls

Like freedom or rebellion

Is to jumping out of windows

Heroine opens the mind

Like Kurt Cobain blew out his brains

And the proof of our intelligence is just a Sharpie away

Pseudo Idols crave our worship

Like God has a P.O Box

Asking for two dollar donations

For your appreciations

Society is pollution

As the government takes pride In regurgitating lies

The digest of life

Is written all over the stalls

So read little

While You piss on the porcelain gods