this is the garbage the dogs won't even eat.

you pretender.
blowout fucking yourself
down to the kitchen sink
strapped to a four-door's fender;
drained from all those drinking drunks
drunk on the night water/air and draino
too much freshwater and only
six months into a two-week bender.

it wasn't the damage you did,
feeling the ceiling fans even
though we left all the doors open
hoping he might walk in, talking like,
"nevermind that i left. "
don't drink to remember/
can't drink to forget
lying in piles of vomit and piss.
lying on front porches and
like the burned-out butts of cigarettes.
is it treasure or is it trash?
or maybe it's glamorous but
who'd ever wanna live like that?

i got a problem and you got an answer
i got a stomach for bibles and cancer
i got a moment and i got a thought
and i think that i thought of something best forgot.
(too much time spent turning cheap tricks
off chuck bukowski and isaac brock.)

and it rolls off your tongue,
comes easy as weeds,
decor in the apple orchard
ripe and ramshackle like rosary beads.
when you're dead and fucking buried
does it even really matter
whose named that you dropped
or whose coffin you carried.

or else
and then
it's like
don't hold my hand,
i might start to think it's
worth it on the surface.
Marshall amplifiers are the truest purveyors of rock and roll known to man.

"And give a man an amplifier and a synthesizer, and he doesn't become whoever, you know. He doesn't become us."

Holy crap, check this out!
I liked this a lot, especially the Modest Mouse reference.

Out of interest what kind of music is it set to (if these are lyrics)? Cause I read it as quite fast-paced and shouty in my head, but get the sense it could work in a number of different scenarios.

Might give a deeper crit later, but yeah, good job.