I see what I see
like the number 13
for reasons
known only to me —
got yours?
I see what I see
like the number 13
for reasons
known only to me —
got yours?
in our attempt to appear perfect
we are anything but,
so much so
that it’s disheartening
but
what isn’t these days?
it’s almost perfect in a way,
you know, our frailty
if you feel unnecessary
then chances are,
you probably are, so just go —
you’ll be wanted again
tear us apart
limb to shred
then ask me why
the floor is red,
you know by now
whose side I’m on
still many times
you prove me wrong,
ten paces pal
then turn around
you’re trigger happy
I know by now,
and turn that smile
into a bullet
now put em up
you beat me to it,
before you frown
I hear the sound
two paces left
I’m underground
young people
decide the future
older people
control it
nobody really wins,
this much I know
for certain
most things I imagine, ultimately get dismissed
by someone very familiar to me,
yet stranger than any fiction I’ve ever written
Business men
in business suits
pass on by
their busy route
They criss and cross
jump high and juke
other business men
in business suits
With cups of Joe
briefcase they carry
and hurry not
to miss the ferry
Across the harbor
to and fro
the business men
must surely go
To wheel and deal
contracts that steal
business men
of all their zeal
So if and when
you pass a suit
try not to block
their busy route
They’ll huff and puff
and grunt and scowl
walking fast
through you like fowl
For if they stop
they’d surely die
in business suits
and business tie
So watch yourself
next time you walk
and mark my words
in business talk
Do let them pass
or make them late
your time shall come
to seal their fate
Choose what you will
whichever suits
the business men
in business suits!
confidence starts with the con,
the rest is easy
how do I put this lightly,
perhaps an anvil will do
oh, but I’m always the coyote
you speedy devil, you
can crush me in an instant
you can split me into two
as I run on air to catch up
you know just what to do,
so tear away the painting
post no bills up on the wall
I’m your brick and mortar baby
we know either way I’ll fall
in their confident voices, I hear only ignorance
but than again
my fly has been down all morning —
naturally