if mirrors could talk, i bet they would scream from narcissistic nightmares
and if songs were characters in a book,
i bet they'd be the most boring ones
because they repeat repeat repeat repeat themselves
bellowing bellicose nonsense until it seems like you've gone full circle
i never knew i never knew i never knew
that you didn't have to know what you wanted to say if you wanted to sing
if poems are supposed to be harbingers of the truth
why are so many letters used
to obscure the hues
of the colors that paint
the lenses through which
the world is viewed?
so take this pen, shove it up your throat, follow the pathways through your nose
and jiggle all your brains loose
this ain't the fuckin' time to try to apologize for reality's abuse
y'all just love this game
don't you?
set opinions all askew, divide and conquer the myriad of minds that can't come to a conclusion
but one thing we can all agree smells the worst,
no matter where on this blue dirt ball you may roam
is the scent of unadulterated bullshit
without the proper cologne
