You are the golden boy,
I, silver.
Your immaculacy is enhanced,
As I stand, downstage/left:
Tarnished.
Trophies are coveted,
Trophies are discarded,
Shiny space-fillers, second place is shame.
I want to be as a child's toy,
torn to shreds with use,
A noble way to go.
You are sanctified, your apotheosis is imminent.
I will stand witness to the fall,
I will stand witness to you.
A one-way ticket to hell, comfortable in a designer handbag.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
You are the golden boy,
I, silver.
Your immaculacy is enhanced,
As I stand, downstage/left:
Tarnished.
Trophies are coveted,
Trophies are discarded,
Shiny space-fillers, second place is shame.
I want to be as a child's toy,
torn to shreds with use,
A noble way to go.
You are sanctified, your apotheosis is imminent.
I will stand witness to the fall,
I will stand witness to you.
A one-way ticket to hell, comfortable in a designer handbag.
You watch the world unfold around you. You feel like a move extra, you walk across the shot, you are in the action, but you aren't playing the game. What's it called, observer sports? The ones that are fun to watch?
That's people.
