Ain't No Teardrops

Dancing the twilight of dark's melancholia
listen to the strings of madmen and tales
without love for one another
but making time for porn and lotto
unconscious of reality and poetic oxygen
living for salty egos as demons in life
and knowing not the rule of thumb
but listening to those who quote  
when there is no time for sanity
listening to songs of castrated fools
becoming unhinged when it strikes home
ain't no rainbows when your tears dry up
and your tattoos run over speed bumps
having life's card punch, making room for BS
in your pathetic minds, Penny Arcade