Post by artolmaeus on Jul 27, 2024 23:11:07 GMT -6
everyone longs for the ending
how it will all turn out
and they all want it to be
a most happy ending
so much for introductions and beginnings
and make no mention of all the middle work
no no no, everything is not so uniform
but really, much like cuneiform
the whole scramble is a mystery
no one wishes to read much less discern
and I am quite versed in fractional Latin
being the true language of lesser men
and the poor women they find themselves yoked to
should I mention that though
as if improper manners are the order of the day
I shall find myself asserting the facts
though they appear a daydream
I regret to inform you
you are standing in a lie
as it is all over your shoes
and probably in your car
don't worry though my carpet won't bother with your spreading
best be barefoot then, I'd say
as if so far you've heard one thing
you didn't regard as daft
oh dear, this is not my village
and I am not its idiot
though you carry all the earmarks of pretense
should I find so neatly in the pocket
as to be defined by a word or category
and yet give me no allegory
for I have never once told a story
that is not actually a full accounting
the ballistics of this term
purely match your label gun
please drop it and let your hands fall to your sides
for I shall take none as follows
very well,
where there is will, there is wallow
and in terms of beg, steal or borrow
no one wishes to pay it back
call it what you may
the final thing of possession of which they want
upon having only makes the want of having
grow all the more
and fail not the depths of the ocean
as you marvel the wash upon the shore
the lines of tides tell you nothing
and all the more you disregard the moon
as if by other actions, it is the work of God's spittoon
all the while of eternity, some things just will not last
and after all this time it has rusted fast
and the seafoam of the sea is where it seeps through holes
and you there, on grassy knolls
extol, extol, the withered faith
of your wandering certainty
a king or queen of your superiority
is beneath the ones who keep it clean
you've no time for that
as the shit takes care of the shit
but for survival makes a way
for you never having to bother
as if a humus could be made from hubris
aye, the world would certainly be more green
and the fields would not yield
to unending asphalt, cement and waste
the janitors would all be free
and well, the overlords would only trade with jest
the work is not the means
for it is its own reward
forge and water forge and water
are only part to temper the truest sword
but for you, it's true that leisure is due
and you'll have none of that
though you grow fat, weak and more unsatisfied
it will be position that you seek
as if a tribe of many chiefs
could save it from the brink
to all the monuments
the piles of noble headress around
and all my words may sound absurd
though they are everywhere to think
there are too many unwashed dishes in the sink
and I, the ghost of what should have been
greater than the ghost of Christmas past
though sometimes I feel we are the same
even they we both think
the rent is past due, past more than you know
the can kicked down the road is hardly round or whole
and it is hard, by the yard
to eat all the shit that's in your bowl
maybe you needn't relieve yourself there
no, the times has come
for the bills to be made whole
and those I fear, as they cannot hear
and since there is no one else to rob
find new depths to their own hole
don't remain a silly jerk
and with pride with what's inside
, it's time to get to work!!
blessed are all the rabbits
for at least they have ears
and cursed they are too, it is true
they are rather weak and have few years.
how it will all turn out
and they all want it to be
a most happy ending
so much for introductions and beginnings
and make no mention of all the middle work
no no no, everything is not so uniform
but really, much like cuneiform
the whole scramble is a mystery
no one wishes to read much less discern
and I am quite versed in fractional Latin
being the true language of lesser men
and the poor women they find themselves yoked to
should I mention that though
as if improper manners are the order of the day
I shall find myself asserting the facts
though they appear a daydream
I regret to inform you
you are standing in a lie
as it is all over your shoes
and probably in your car
don't worry though my carpet won't bother with your spreading
best be barefoot then, I'd say
as if so far you've heard one thing
you didn't regard as daft
oh dear, this is not my village
and I am not its idiot
though you carry all the earmarks of pretense
should I find so neatly in the pocket
as to be defined by a word or category
and yet give me no allegory
for I have never once told a story
that is not actually a full accounting
the ballistics of this term
purely match your label gun
please drop it and let your hands fall to your sides
for I shall take none as follows
very well,
where there is will, there is wallow
and in terms of beg, steal or borrow
no one wishes to pay it back
call it what you may
the final thing of possession of which they want
upon having only makes the want of having
grow all the more
and fail not the depths of the ocean
as you marvel the wash upon the shore
the lines of tides tell you nothing
and all the more you disregard the moon
as if by other actions, it is the work of God's spittoon
all the while of eternity, some things just will not last
and after all this time it has rusted fast
and the seafoam of the sea is where it seeps through holes
and you there, on grassy knolls
extol, extol, the withered faith
of your wandering certainty
a king or queen of your superiority
is beneath the ones who keep it clean
you've no time for that
as the shit takes care of the shit
but for survival makes a way
for you never having to bother
as if a humus could be made from hubris
aye, the world would certainly be more green
and the fields would not yield
to unending asphalt, cement and waste
the janitors would all be free
and well, the overlords would only trade with jest
the work is not the means
for it is its own reward
forge and water forge and water
are only part to temper the truest sword
but for you, it's true that leisure is due
and you'll have none of that
though you grow fat, weak and more unsatisfied
it will be position that you seek
as if a tribe of many chiefs
could save it from the brink
to all the monuments
the piles of noble headress around
and all my words may sound absurd
though they are everywhere to think
there are too many unwashed dishes in the sink
and I, the ghost of what should have been
greater than the ghost of Christmas past
though sometimes I feel we are the same
even they we both think
the rent is past due, past more than you know
the can kicked down the road is hardly round or whole
and it is hard, by the yard
to eat all the shit that's in your bowl
maybe you needn't relieve yourself there
no, the times has come
for the bills to be made whole
and those I fear, as they cannot hear
and since there is no one else to rob
find new depths to their own hole
don't remain a silly jerk
and with pride with what's inside
, it's time to get to work!!
blessed are all the rabbits
for at least they have ears
and cursed they are too, it is true
they are rather weak and have few years.
