Published on January 15, 2005 By philomedy In Misc
I'm about to explode
My insides keep getting towed
from side to side by a truck that's about to run off the road
When the blind lead the blind
how can we ever survive
A world where turbulence rewards the sum of turbulent times
Why can't you understand that I'll believe what I believe
and if you try to contradict me, I've a rabbit up my sleeve
and he will take you through the looking glass, and lead you straight to Alice
who's been drinking cya-kool-aid from a hemlock-coated chalice
Because people see much clearer after being to the brink and
after learning that the spoken word's a consequence of think-ing
But unfortunately it's become a consequence of drink-ing
games that leave us with a culture of erroneous hyperlink-ing
So the chronic mouse is clicking
and the chronic clock is ticking
and the chronic that you're smoking has a chronic way of sticking
to you
So your paranoia's obvious as a sequoia
and you stick out like a divorcee who doesn't have a lawya
You gave up your anonimity so you could prove me wrong
and now you're mad because I won't dance just because you sing your song
But a free concert isn't charity if I don't want to hear it
and don't tell me you can drive my life, shut up and let me steer it
If I get lost I have maps and I have Onstar on the dash
and I have food to last for decades and a wallet full of cash
So let me make my own mistakes and let me find out if I err
But wait 'til I come back defeated to give me your judgmental stare

Comments
on Jan 17, 2005
who's been drinking cya-kool-aid from a hemlock-coated chalice
very nice...

and on this note:
But wait 'til I come back defeated to give me your judgmental stare
as if I'd even care,
but you still choose to waste your time,
and you will lose without me because...I'm,
apparently a criminal, and you think you're in charge,
and when you have my pride swingin' from a rope I know you'll hold me in the highest regard,
I'll bring the feathers, you bring the tar,
as if this wasn't the same old shit,
that you consume daily as if your life depends on it,
I don't stay in line, I stay ethically fit,
and with each muscle tear I can hear the awful sound,
that isolation makes when there's not another soul around,
plenty of bodies, but without goodwill or spirit,
I'm sure you've got a good explanation and I'm more than ready to hear it.


Peace Philo, haven't heard from you in awhile homey

-suspeckted