just wait here
buddy
mr officer is speaking now
and do you wonder
with all this first person second hand third generational
talk do you think
i am who i say i am?
i could be
a dog in a suit
barking but no one cares
a man in uniform
beats rock paper and scissors
to a point
where you think there'd be a problem
with society
and it's reasons for religion
like it's just a myth
this true reality
when it's obscured by the light of the supposed enlighted
and yeah
the rules will break
like a fracture in a cast
and they'll laugh
because it's embarrassing
to be human and all
when all else
appears giftly
magic
grab a mic this show's on the road

even when done
can still hold it together
we are one
you and us
me and them and you
the same form in the sky
sherry clouds and blue winds
it's a pretty little town
picket fences and jungle gyms
and you think to yourself:
just what in the blazes
is going on here?

at the time
were you aware
of what was to come?
did you suspect
predict
what one first encounter
would do to your brain?
had you known
way back when
when life was still worth living
what would happen
in the more present past?
did you know
back when sanity was sane
that you would become
the epiphany of the anti-you,
christ,
did you know
you'd become
too terrible for words
for wine
to be blessed with the wash of the poor
and if you knew
who I'd be
would you
should you
had you
did you
change your mind
change your heart
it's hedonistic ******* ways
or is the pain
too electrically wired
to make you otherwise?

Who are you
to keep being dumb
in a way that hinders your happiness?
It sure disrupts mine
to know
that your joy
cannot corelate
with mine
which is to be
not yours
but you won't have it
you won't have any
you sure won't have me
if I have any say
but I want you
to be happy
so that my selfish self
can sleep a bit more peacefully

Like this
like that
we go into the night
cold
it's like an invigoration
invitation
to be naughty
get drunk
and laugh
until the cops come
and then some more
at the misfortunes of us
and ours
take it like it's light
and easy
because at the end
it's the end
and tonight
is pretty ******* awesome

I can make you talk
walk on coals
I like to think
I'm a tiger
elegant and powerful
but I'm not a liar,
won't fool myself
into believing
I'm a whole lot more
than a kitten with a crown
snoozing
while the big cats demolish buildings with their roars.

As if the world were round
he drifts
floats around
no ties
not attatched
even to his body
he's too high
up
above it all
in others' eyes
he seems
unaware that he's all alone
that he isn't cared for,
that the day he dies
will be a day
and nothing more
but he does know
is all too aware
that he isn't loved,
that he is a living ghost
of sorts
kind of an alien, really
it's shocking
to look into his eyes
and see
the tragedy
of one pretending
that they don't care.