THERE ARE NO FRIENDS HERE
Only Lovers and Haters
What isn't broken,
Don't need
Any Fixing
I tried and I lied and I died
I am not sure if I ever survived
the cure for a lie
is either
another lie
and another
and another
until you stuff your Self so full with
choking on chalk
and me-sir-E
drown yourself on what you aren't
till your bird can take no flight
“Alright, alright
ALRIGHT!” she yells
in a fit of furious, desperate
help-less-ness
Trying to break her spell
Trapped on the ninety-ninth hell
Of the magician's pell
INTERLUDE
Here comes Mr. Lewd-A-Kryss
Back from a month-long tryss(t)
He likes to show us how (and then he takes a bow)
One can hit the rockest of rock-bottoms
7 stories 'neath 'kini Atoll
Sings a pretty white thing
Sing, thing, sing
Remind us there's a way out this mess
Wake us clear out from our deluge
Desperate to pass the test (what test?)
“and then the gavel came down
and the Mister Judge said
YOU FAILED
TO SUCCEED
IN FAILING
(therefore, you win)
Take the prize car for a spin
And before I forget
Climb out of the Hell you're in
Wipe your sleeves and count your ease
For the ones who sang your life, it seems
Were not quite right of might, it seams
Tying your mind up with dreams
I'm far too addicted to
“what's it mean?”
and other
wonderful prison cells
❤️