Idiot Stare Ghost
Sparked into activation
By the lights along the freeway
Hundred dollar seasoning
No taste discriminating
It's milky, meant to be that way
Like diamonds on a jewel case
From an orphan in a motel room
To a junkie's darkest hiding place
What am I?
A driving motivation
That always leads to lust
A sick infatuation for things
That need an impulsive jump
It's risk
And I like it that way
I don't advise
Or persuade
A dismal free existence
Or just the bright side
Subgenius or avant garde
Retarded or benign
Loadie slacker loser junkie
Hippie homo artist zombie
Hypocritically realistic
Tweaked phreak yuppie
