-lament for the death of newt gingrich-

        i wanna be the one to scream
        i wanna run down the halls
        chanting for death...
        to all of you ...except a few...
        i wanna kill everything
        i wanna be the shit
        just like i used to think...
        well, maybe i will
        cowardice rules...if thats okay with you
        i wanna jump up and shout
        because somebody needs to
        but i wont...
        but maybe ill rise up
        and write it on the bathroom wall...
        a disaffected youth was here...

     they wonder why i always stare. god help me were running out of air.