And we wonder what you see
outside your DIY fences
when you look behind those lenses
not the ones on your camera
but those hugging your ultra
sharp eyes- held back by squinted lids
as cigarette smoke seeps from your lips
You say you’re not deep
but please don't even try
we all know the bullshit hill’s too steep
for you to climb, too foul for your kind
that's why we don't waste time
in moving along, and dancing along
and singing along
with you in your car
that’s as sweet smelling as your scars
Drive us, miss daisy and break the silence
Deliver us from these sullen awkward moments
Your laugh is a racket; warmer than a jacket
your wisecracking knocks our lightbulbs off their sockets
But you can be cold too, colder than Busay
where we used to shout out songs and wave goodbye
to sadness and say hello to madness,
breathe in our awesomeness, puke out all the mess
in the nearness of us.
Sing us a tune, please, miss muppet
and frighten the puppets
that screw us on tuffets
for days without nothing to do , to feel ,
to inspire us to heal
from this blahblahblah normalcy
this healthy existential complacency,
Oh miss daisy please have mercy,
give us a fever as hot as summertime,
perhaps a moondance or a funny valentine
It doesn’t matter if your volume’s sublime
Doesn’t matter if we end up killing time
waiting for your rhyme to fill the room and mime
every single person with the crime
that’s your heart, bleeding
and we drink from it, humbled, believing.
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Happy Birthday Geng, thank you.
