Looking at pain
From the inside out
Stepping off steep
Into an unknown, falling
Loose and tightly wound
At once
In one
Spinning straight-line lies
Wanting them to be true
From here to there exists
No mess between
No life
No humanity
No mess
Only simple
Straight-line lives
Like the heartbeats of our politicians
Got no room for deviation into mountains
Down to earth
Got no time for beats and bravery
Floating on in mediocracy
No, democracy
My mistake
Found a word and made it look
Like cool
Made it sound like hope
Made it work like ****
To cover up the sins of what was truth
Not pure or real
But what was on
Got hammering down
Got seeping in
Got on with getting on
Dig pocks in Devon and call it progress
Take chunks of the mama and look surprised
As she spits us all out from her centre
You, me and everyone who had no idea
Who sat behind their 5 mile screen and said
**** happens
When it was about the starvation
And said
More’s the pity
When it was about monstrosity
And said
Gotta be thankful
When it was about the tanks and the bombs and the guns
In some other guys garden
And screamed
What the **** is going on here
With tears and snot and terror all over their tan-stained brows
When the phone broke
And the plane was late
And the dog shat
And the restaurant ran out of hors de ******* oeuvres.
It’s a ******* sin, that’s what it is
To call yourself a restaurant and not have what’s on the ******* menu.
A ******* sin.
The world’s gone to ******* ruin.
Buy me Barrack Obama and let’s call it evens.
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 1:11 PM UTC
Looking at pain
From the inside out
Stepping off steep
Into an unknown, falling
Loose and tightly wound
At once
In one
Spinning straight-line lies
Wanting them to be true
From here to there exists
No mess between
No life
No humanity
No mess
Only simple
Straight-line lives
Like the heartbeats of our politicians
Got no room for deviation into mountains
Down to earth
Got no time for beats and bravery
Floating on in mediocracy
No, democracy
My mistake
Found a word and made it look
Like cool
Made it sound like hope
Made it work like ****
To cover up the sins of what was truth
Not pure or real
But what was on
Got hammering down
Got seeping in
Got on with getting on
Dig pocks in Devon and call it progress
Take chunks of the mama and look surprised
As she spits us all out from her centre
You, me and everyone who had no idea
Who sat behind their 5 mile screen and said
**** happens
When it was about the starvation
And said
More’s the pity
When it was about monstrosity
And said
Gotta be thankful
When it was about the tanks and the bombs and the guns
In some other guys garden
And screamed
What the **** is going on here
With tears and snot and terror all over their tan-stained brows
When the phone broke
And the plane was late
And the dog shat
And the restaurant ran out of hors de ******* oeuvres.
It’s a ******* sin, that’s what it is
To call yourself a restaurant and not have what’s on the ******* menu.
A ******* sin.
The world’s gone to ******* ruin.
Buy me Barrack Obama and let’s call it evens.