Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Raising my Millennial Jones

Raising my Millennial Jones 
Kids always on the final picture
Steps to get to the end
Pick the work you want 
Let's treat this like a day job
What you do is what you get paid
Dishes, laundry, bathroom, trash
pays forty large a week
Kid takes the trash
ten dollars a week
End picture for him
less time spent
Here we are today
Kids asking me for twenty and change
Plenty of jobs to do to make that
Kid didn't understand
Showed him a picture of a homeless guy
Kicked out on the curb
Here is what your "less time spent" will get
Take this image here
One man successful
Suddenly he understood
Final picture 
Kids doing the work
I'm drinking another beer
Makes it all worth it
Until tomorrow 
when he doesn't do shit again

Monday, October 30, 2017

Oh, dear heaven my sweet angel

Oh, dear heaven my sweet angel

Oh, dear heaven my sweet devil


This light of mine

Love of pure white

Partake with me beauty

Feast upon this meat

Honor me with swim

God's bestow us their yellow showers

Flooding our meadows

I'm lost in an ocean of sin

Drown with me

Drown with me, so we go together

Let me be selfish

Just shit without you

Deliver me the joy

Life without you delivers only sorrow

Oh, dear heaven my sweet angel

Oh, dear heaven my sweet darkness

Here we are together

Never one to shine so bright

As our energy combines

Spirits merge

Apart, we cannot

Together we reincarnate

Two in one flesh

Never to seperate

Through the mental ward


Cast to the side

Looked down upon

Our worst

We, are, together...

Gocni Schindler

Saturday, October 28, 2017

It's all about the bullshit

It's all about the bullshit

When they say "let's automate the process"

What it really means is someone is losing their job.

Or the correct terminology for being shit canned is someone is being "impacted"

They're transitioning away from this model.

My all time favorite word used is "bandwidth"

Bandwidth, like what, are you a fucking cable box?

Gotta plug Timmy in here, he's down on bandwidth!

Let's take this offline so we can provide insight!

Insight, here, take my flashlight

All these stupid words used by morons with degrees!

There really should be at the end of the day, a damn degree for common sense!

Those who have this degree should get paid the most

Thus, preventing idiots from using moronic words in an attempt to "sound professional"

That's really B.A.U.

If you're like me, you might be wondering

What, in the absolute fuck, is B.A.U.?

This little nugget of insect intelligence from the upper east coast cockroach was using this in our fancy meeting.

Business As Usual, I gave the guy my digital signage

It's like my car ride in this morning

The ad on the radio was for mattresses

The asshole selling actually used the line of "get your limited edition Labor Day mattresses."

In my mind, I'm visualizing two broads sitting at the table. Sipping on some over priced lattes. The one states to the other how sleeping with Jimbo has been nothing but heaven ever since he purchased that Limited edition Labor Day mattress. She probably would then carry the conversation on how their Fifty Shades of Abuse has also risen to a whole new level.

Like they just flipped Donkey Kong

Gocni Schindler 

Monday, September 11, 2017

let me sing Ape Bangers

Let me sing
Oh, how history repeats
Oh, how repeat offenders set the bar
Oh, how it can be a betterment for humanity
Oh, how mostly, it's in the interest of our demise
Oh, how history repeats
Oh, how the system does reset with every coming age
Oh, how free will is a delusion
Oh, how it's just a game of experience
Oh, how it's just about mixing egg and sperm
Oh, how that came from Jason
Oh, how he could be right
Oh, how I want more
Oh, how I whimper sore
Humans fight to survive
Clawing their way to breed
Climbing for life while digging a grave
Strive for meaning
War for nothing
The World in history
Chanting Death, death, death
Chanting Death, death, death

Ape Bangers

We have a chance
For a New World Order
Where the rich rule
Back to scrounging for Kings and Queens
Cause the fools think a free lunch brings a better life
Strapon Knights and Lords
They control it all
Fuck you, George!
Let me sing
Fuck you, George and the boys!
The world is ruled by a female
The world isn't yours 
She is something
Introduce us

Gocni Schindler 

Friday, September 8, 2017

Conquest of the Grapes


She was innocent
He was vile
The corruption of his world
Yet to fondle her mind
Ravaged sea, she floated not
Rage was his river
He drowned in it daily
Stuck wide to the screen
Her blossoms big and blue
His Luciferians shark black
Enjoying the illumination of woman

Local Thirty Three News

Across the screen
I'll call her Tiffany
Eat it, Brady!
One blond bimbo, selling tragedy!
Wind raging, wind so savage
The fool was trying to hold the truck
Believing he's stronger than the gods
She watched, as the truck devoured the fool
He viewed it as a Romcom.
She screamed like Kim 
He laughed like hell
"Is the fool OK? oh, my God is he OK?!?"
Her hands cover her eyes
His eyes filled with lust
Her lip quivers
His tongue licks
Her pain spews
Oh, hail, Facials pour rain
Oh, hail, The Monsoon
She viewed the life lost
He only views wet cotton

The danger of desensitization

Like God in space
Viewing the future while still in the present
He watched, as the fool, was snapped in half like a pencil
Dragged, between four-thousand pounds and concrete

Oh, Materials

He was sure that truck was all the fool had in life
Probably spent years saving to own it
Life was nothing without it!

Grinding Intercourse

Sex, Sex, Sex!
Hail, Hail, Hail
Sex, Sex, Sex!
Flesh and steel bonded
Someone's child won't be coming home
A mother will mourn
A wife collects life insurance for margaritas
Daddy will never walk through the door
A father, gone!
Young the girl holding a dead teddy
As stated above, so stated below
Her tears are real
His laughter surreal
She frowns
He smiles
'No sweetie, Superman is only found on the tele
That's now ground meat
Another patron attending the afterlife party
If he wasn't a Jew, Muslim or Christian he's burning in flames!


Her eyes lost in disbelief
How did she not see?
How had she been deceived?
In the horror, she discovered her great satan
He was one of the desensitized
She, a purist in the midst of the demonic
She didn't understand how this was hidden
But she was determined
In her mind, He was going to change
For her fruit, he would be saved
He knew she was delusional.
His thirst was for one thing
Conquest of the grapes

Gocni Schindler 

Friday, September 1, 2017


Dance, you cricket, dance
Chirp, chirp, make some nonsense
The moon shines bright
Sing to it, sing it with life
Feel me dear Cricket to heal

Dance, you cricket, dance
Chirp, chirp, chirp away the lazy day
Spoken his age
Eyes not full of dread
Smiling, his old mug shines in smiles
How it is etched
How it is so...How I, dare I, never forget
Light shining
Glimmering within my dark night

Cricket, dance you cricket, dance!
Chirp, chirp, vibrate my soul
Send vigor to the fight
Bring clarity to this old fool
Deliver yet again that charming smile
Show me you're still full of life
Cricket, Cricket, oh, Cricket
Moon, oh, cruelest moon, do you not touch my plight?
Moon, see you not see me as trifle
Blind O'moon Blind, see thee how my Cricket lays cold
Words, vibrations on the wind, day before three days past
Won't be around much longer
Trivial things indeed
Did I not heed?
Did I not receive?
Lost I was
Captive to my foolish game
Dollars to pocket
Nickles and change
Scraps from my master
Damn you corporation game
Damn you Cricket, damn you
Dance, get up and dance
Dare this not be our last
Dance, Cricket,
Chirp, Chirp, Chirp
See the moon, see she shines, bright!
Arms still limp
Let me close thine eyes
Allow me this solitude of dance
Once more around the table
Once more before the fire
Once more to be desired

Eighty-two and three-quarters for the moon
One-quarter for the boat man taking the fool
Taking this lost fridge
Bon voyage
Safe travels
Good luck
See you on the morrow
When tomorrow never comes

Cricket, no Cricket
Dance for the stars
Dance for my sorrow
Dance to make joy for tomorrow
Dance Cricket
Dance to bring me deliverance
Dance Cricket
Sing me melody of romance
Breath wind from heaven
Allow me to feel the breeze
Enchant me

No dear Cricket
Here I rest you in the ground
Dance, Dance, Dance
Eighty-two has no more value
Chirp, Chirp, Chirp
Till we see each other on the morrow
Save me a quarter
Boat rides to hereafter

Gocni Schindler

Monday, August 28, 2017

Laughing at my ignorance

I was outside smoking a cigarette.

The reality, I wish it was a joint

Though, it wasn't!

Smoking, smoking is so taboo these days

Almost next to the devil for doing it

Probably why I enjoy it

Big for the A in life

Freedom of fuck it, with a price tag

In reality, I don't care

It's going to kill you some enjoy saying

Death, death is something 

That happens every day

Who wants to live forever?

Life is beautiful!

Perhaps to some and I appreciate their view

Don't hold that and I'm cool

Maybe we could switch eyes

Let me view your life and you mine

Perhaps I can grasp what it feels like to be

To do the things I lacked

Let me experience anothers success

The other can feel what its like to hold a child's dead hand

To watch the sand castle fall back to the sea

Knowing first hand what being less is like

Gain the belief that its all make believe

Cause shit just never lasts.

Wounds, deep seated wounds

Wounds which just mend over but never fully heal

No one will escape this game

So I smoke my cigarette in peace

Stating the same


I live alone

Simply my choice

Selfish I do suppose


Never going to get a date

Never stated I wanted to date

All part of the repeats

Hey, its a Jazz band, alright!

I'm a hideous fucker, laugh!

Steve Jobs had more money than god

Yet he couldn't purchase a cure all!

He was an easy example

As I smoke and contemplate

A lot of rich folks die

A lot more broke folks die

A lot of people die in the cycle of life

A lot of people keep moving forward

A lot of people are stuck in reverse

A lot of people just want to be left alone

A lot of people need attention to feel whole

A lot of beautiful people feel they're right

A lot of people just want to be heard

A lot of people need to be loved

A lot of people just go extra on being assholes


Its the stink of tobacco I can't stand

Smoke flows in, then flows out

Euphoric, why I ever picked this up again?
Once upon a starlight, I quit for ten years

Ha Ha, cause its the sadistic part of life

My thought as I inhale

Upon a bush was one lonely flower

All of its family died long ago

Their wilted petals line the ground

This little one 

Decided to hang around a bit longer

Really is a pretty pink

Perhaps, maybe by chance, it was one of those

Late bloomers

The honey bee was grateful

It gave the dying breed something to eat

Soon, the beauty of the bush will depart

It only last but a month

Enjoying my cigarette

Watching the human ants hustle about

Everyone has some place to go

Its always such a hurried event

Go, Go, Go, Go

Same place down the road

An extra ten minutes took off their shoes

Listen to more bullshit news

Most don't know

I rarely share

My mind is like a flipped snare

What takes the norm fifteen minutes to write

Takes me three hours to make right

The words are there

Just what is put to digital paper is wrong

Eyes just don't process the mind

I was screwed

Something inside wasn't wired to spec


Someone thought it was fun

Pointing out my mistakes

It happened beautifully twice

Did they get a stiff one from it?

Making themselves feel proud?

Fuck'em, losers are all around

Knowing what I have to fight

Knowing what its like

I dare not make fun or point out others flaws

During childhood

I was called stupid

Labeled the dumb one

Was fun to watch others play sports

Because of my grades

I was given a spot on the bench

Made to feel like I never belonged

This fuckin guy 

Isn't ever going to be college bound!

Hated the school experience

Because I learned different

I was titled the Bad Child

No too long ago

I read a post from some teachers

Who chuckled amongst themselves

Bad child surrounded by bad bums

They laughed and I laughed harder

Let me take another drag

Tossed in the dullard class

Which lead me to not care

Next to religious fucks

I absolutely despise teachers

Don't really care if its found offensive

Picture an abused dog

That views the dark haired abuser 

Upon every hand

To me, both are losers

Love the passion I have to dislike them.


Little bee was feeding

Lost as usual to my need for nicotine

Enjoying at this moment the world around

Will it kill me, possibly, that's the risk

Could get killed walking across the street

Smoking this cigarette which is totally taboo

Laugh is what I do

Laugh when I feel blue

Laugh when I write this shit

Laugh when tears flow off my eye lids

Laugh when nothing goes right

Laugh when there is no delight

Laugh when all hope seems lost

Laugh when I'm alone in the dark

Laugh when the pain of the past takes another stab

Laugh when my pockets are empty and I have no gas

Laugh when its sugar bread

Laugh when I feel the darkest of clouds

Laugh when no ones around

Laugh with my cat

Laugh when the actions of others make me mad

Laugh to be free

Smoking this cigarette laugh at the need

Too bad its not a joint

Really just love to think

Where is the voice that comes around

That thing that created it all

Speaks wonderful things which I don't believe

I give the thing a chance

Allowed it room to romance

While we laugh.

Voice tells me to quit the smoking

I tell the voice to get bent

We laugh some more


We are crazy in one sharing the body.

Let me take another drag.

Cause in the end it won't matter anyways.

Peace out

Gocni Schindler