The Centipede, the Donkey, and the Ass in the Mirror
CHOO-CHOO, FUCKER! These are your trains of thought! Jamming the traffic in which you are caught, going in circles over the plot, making a messy knot, por favor.
A kid seeks the elders amidst fire and smoke, they thought at first that the sight was a joke:
Something happened, tippity toes, your mind turns your friends into your foes.
Tip, tap, what's your reaction? Tip, tip, are you quick on those shoes? Tip, toe, better act on the cues. Sorry, would you please excuse?
What would you do if I asked you to choose? Would you refuse? Or would you hit snooze? Or lower you gaze and act all confused, counting the scores that might make you loose?
What weighs more: your heart or your head? Your jumpy intuition or your mind made of lead? Armor's for battle, not made for bed, you might as well try sleeping naked instead.
"I'm only a child but I saw this coming, I heard the song that Cassandra was humming, I am to blame for what I'm becoming: a self proclaimed deaf lamb inclined to numbing"
Before the law, made only for you, guardian and captive of the glass tomb you blew. Yet you have a choice, will you act on your will? Remember that someone always picks up the bill.
A teary eye into river it broke and only then did the elder awoke:
"Hush Kiddo, I'll show you some tricks! Or don't you wanna belong to those cliques? First rule of all: be quiet as mice! That's a good thing if you take my advice. Take as much space as a small grain of rice, nobody likes those who take more than their slice. They call them lice! The chasers of price. You wouldn't want that, you want to be nice! Now go play the part, say thank you and please, you won't want the visit of the ethics police! What an ordeal when your soul gets revealed, the one thing you cared to mostly conceal. Are you ready to risk losing all your appeal? Nothing takes longer than reputations to heal"
Counting the beans and tasting the waters, whistling over the sound of the slaughters, near death automata or sentient machine, do your calculations tell you how to feel? Tell me what's real, don't care for ideal best thing to do is breaking the seal.
Strategy, fallacy, anxiously, blasphemy, casually, casualty, apathy, canopy.
Worried by this and worried by that, you forgot to look at the place where you sat. "Oh shit, oh crap, ran over my cat". At least now you have a new welcome mat.
You trip making damage wherever you go as if all around you was just Dominó. Scrape your tongue but bitter won’t go: nothing’s as sour as words never thrown.
In your eyes put shampoo but it will not wash what you once didn't know: thought was sugar, twas ash.
Stuck with glue like weed grew-grew, for one that you cut they sprouted in two, you'll be eating your brains like a panda bamboo! So nutritious as coal, piss or poo.
Choo-Choo, fucker! These are your trains of thought! Jamming the traffic in which you are caught! Going in circles over the plot! Making a messy knot, por favor!
Thought you were fucking a big hot-shot, lost your yacht, left to rot, now all of your friends are freaking bots, and everybody else already forgot!
So much to process, so much to chew! And this is only from one point of view. Nothing survives your thorough review, dissected memories seldom are true. Ask them askew, those who pursue, all your regrets are there waiting in queue! Weighing you down, careful don't drown, this is what happens when you are a pawn.
Pump-pump
Pump-pump
Pump-dump
Pump-pump
The child came to sit among the moon-flowers, distant sounds came of bells in the towers.
"Would it have been different if I was to speak? Why is it so hard for me to open my beak? A creak and a sheik, not pretending mystique, truth is I am rather kind of weak. That I have a voice and don't use it to speak. Oh shit, oh shit; oh shit, oh shit"
