You went back to where you came from
Perhaps be my grandchildren one day
How can we be depressed
When our future is your present
Naiveté everywhere I step
And I wipe my shoes of it far too often
Not that I’m better than you
You just don’t know
Washing my brain of the stupid things you do
I take this time to remind myself
Of how unlucky we will be
Facing the inevitability of extinction
I’ve got it all figured out
Now what do you think about that?
Being in a coma is the only way out of this mess
Once you know where you’re going your mind is set in stone
Now get on track and get it done
Time has wasted and gone
I reflect once a month to keep in touch
Give up ingenuity
Bandits and thieves will disappear
Who’s really right
And who’s really wrong
Who really cares I just thought of this song
Everything needs a spine or it will bend under pressure. Without a strong support time is the enemy and inevitability is what will define you. The last day of your life, this is the day you will experience death. My only suggestion is make it funny. Religion, I say if you feel like following one then pick one and go with it. Just to see what happens.
Then annoy everyone you see about it.
A call, a call
I received a call
From a friend today
In need of something
Mr., he said
I’ve got an opportunity
For you, he said
My money is all he needed
My time was all he took
Hello friend, I said
How have you been
How many pancakes does it take to shingle a doghouse?
I don’t know, ten?
No, eleven because ice cream has no bones.
The first time I saw you was as unlikely and as chance a happening that could ever be conceived.
We met each from two continents away. I went to Europe after two years of planning, while you just happened to be in
You waved, I smiled. We never saw each other again.
Now every time I show up to your scene I nearly vomit
By your “scene” I mean
And the spectacle you’ve become
The show that is you
Completely illuminated or shrouded in fog
I can’t tell
Have you ever thought about why we’re here
What did you come up with
Then the concern turns to nutrition and health benefits.
Why is it that every world religion, culture, and prophet foresaw an apocalyptic event? The living spends a lot of their time worrying about death.
What the fuck is this all about?
I hope it happens in the worst way just so every butthole suffers.
People with too strong opinions don’t really matter
But that’s just my opinion
I know I’m home when it rains
Because it never rains on vacation
So either this vacation is over
Or I am home
I guess I’d be ok with this being home
It’s fun to have a good scare every now and then
It makes everyday things seem better
Like leaping from the top floor to get to work every morning
Or like stepping in front of a bus to put food on the table
But now I can’t even see
The Cubs can’t win
Still content though
Everyone just wants everyone else’s
Too dependant on people
Subsistence farming is the way to go
Amish is the way to go
Beards aren’t necessary though
Unless it’s a freestyle beard off
Set to a beat
Then I’d be down