¶ the incandescent subfusc wants a life away from greed and hypocrisy:

artificially peppy, chemically imbalanced, hardly easy, polyphonic colophon…

my pointing device is covered with scum all over 

a logitech optical mouse that has skum all over it
All these…
I got scum
I got scum in my room
Scum in my bed
scum in my ears
More scum in my head
Scum in my pockets
Scum in my shoes
Scummy in the way I feel about you
Scum on my window
Trying to get in
It don’t go nowhere
Waiting waiting…
Scum on my ceiling
Crowded the floor
Standing sitting kneeling…
A few block the door
And now the question’s:
Do I kill it?
Become its friend?
Do I eat it?
Raw or well done?
Do I trick it?
I don’t think its that dumb
Do I join it?
Looks like that’s the one
I got scum on my skin
Tickle my nausea
I let it happen again
Its always takin’ over
I see it surround me, I see…
See it deciding my fate
Oh, that which was once… was once up to me…
Now it’s too late
I got scum in my room… one on one
That’s when I had a chance
I’ll just stop now
I’ll become naked
And with the… I’ll become one