Constantly with the old trick,
Look up--see the ceiling is really the floor!

Comfortable with the
Rug Pullers Rag
Enough so that
The feet ask the eyes
To check walls and ceilings for nails
Able to lose or gain any floor

Staying as loose,
As the ceilings, floors and walls may fall.
Feet that leave or land
On any surface.

I'm too dumb to focus
But I pick things up.
Science guys say entropy
Is going on.
Time is the unwinding
Of entropy.
Makes sense to me
In that way that it makes sense that
Everything we know is false.
So we're just fingers and mouths
With a brain and muscles and teeth
For a reason.

If earth should be protected,
We are a scourge.
If earth is a mother,
We are a scourge.
We think we're caretakers
But we are a scourge.

Hu-Man, agent of Entropy. (<-- that thing to the left, try not to hate; it's kinda like a middle eight)

Maybe earth is something else
Or else we are a scourge.

I never impressed a boss
I never built a 401k
A lease is too formal an arrangement for me.
These Guys know how they're going to make their
Last payment on their casket already.
But they don't worry about the fate of all life?
I do.
I sit around
Not paying rent,
Worrying about how humans are ******* it all up.
But I don't figure out ****.
We're ******.

Every day-
Same thing,
Same thing,
Same thing
Nobody expects it
And
BOOOM

If we do it,
If we bake it,
**** everything with our lifestyle,
Maybe we can at least leave
An indestructible obelisk.
Explain how we invented
This idea of profit.
Explain how it wasn't worth it,
We just got obsessed.
But put a joke at the end of the obelisk,
Leave'em laughing.
That's the Earth way.

Tickle
Touch where it tickles.
Put your tickler where it tickles.
You're supposed to.