Do you feel frazzled this week? Like you’re wasting your time?
Like you can’t get on with anyone, unless you stay drunk?
Well walk over to the bar & pour into your mouth
The comforting milk from the tits of your mother
A moral compass like a Ferris wheel covered in lights.
it’s just a ride that leads you safely round and back to real life
Don’t stop being selfish, no, do what you like.
No rules to abide means no tantrums tonight.
Skin, contact, it makes no connection
You Sartre, me Seinfeld, you Patti, me PJ
I’m open, adjusted, good at real life
You concept, you theory, me fragile, you wise
Me porous, soaking, leeching, bleeding sponge
You torment, you naked, you itch I can’t reach.
I’m just bitter like I always was.
I feel older lately, like my time’s been tickin’ out
& each step I take is one that I will never take back