a thousand different versions of yourself

years ago someone painted a cutsie little byu m&m on the top floor window of the house we live in. no one liked it. it served little purpose. the artists have long since moved out, but out of indolence or passive veneration for the university the cutsie m&m remained. we talked for months about how we would enthusiastically remove it if the people who now live upstairs ever moved out. yesterday they turned in their keys. today we went to work. this is monumental - we are changing the guard, we are spitting the soured milk.


and if the old guard still offend
they got nothin left on which you depend




so enlist every ounce
of your bright blood
and off with their heads





jump from the hook





you're not obliged to swallow anything you despise





see, those unrepenting buzzards want your life
and they got no right
as sure as you have you eyes
they got no right