Igavehima legup
I pushed my numb skulledthumbtothe back of his knee
Andprayed
There’snothingtosayhewouldhavewantedit thiswayand
on the seventhdaywhenhelaysprayedoutonhisdeath bed
onlythendidI askhimtocomedown.
I always choose friendswithmadminds, who roam free
whocan’tsee
thedamagetheydo.
Theirlittleheartsbeatingtothetimeofdeath.
Theirlittlelegsspedupliketheirhearts
Their little brains batteredwithoverexposure, of under pressure
orofgoddamnlaziness
Thequestioncanneverbewhy.
These junkyardvandals,theseemotional vixens
Batteringmyfragilebones.
Yougrabbedontothatcarasit drovedown5thstreet
Youpokedthatneedlerightintomychest.
Andwhenyoudie,I willbetheoneonmyown.
Igaveyoua legup,youkickedmedown,
sacrificedmetothesolidarity of death,
oflonelydeath
I lay floatingina puddleofyourwashedupmadness
talking towaterlikesome mad
fuckedup
failingpreacher.
Wecannothaveanothersadsong.
Getupyouwanderingangel
Putyourdefacedshoeson.
Tiethemintotheprettiestbowyoucansee
Walk into that office andcapturethe hearts of the people
You
And
I
Havemorechanceif westickatthistogether
andthetruthis,youcan’tshakeme.
I stand here- headupsolid,likethefifthplinthinTrafalgar Square,
You canpissonmebutI’mnotmoving
You delicate little thing.
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