Iām
No good
And neither are you
You wanna pretend like you know,
āthis shit is badā but what keeps you from the mud? What keeps you from cud
Chewing
And mooing Mulling all the day through What kind of coward
Spends his time in showers
Thinking of all
He cannot do
Donāt you think
It could
Be better
What kind of rhyme would make the time Seep through to the earnest god forsaken mind of
An infant
A shrewdĀ
A school boy witnessing World War II
Eh
It isnāt worth the pine It canāt make you stay And it canāt keep the world from turning gray
So tell me
Riddle me this
Do you know me? Do you know
My worth in goods Is the weight in gold Up
or
Down? Itās not me is it Itās you Doing time
Wasting your mind
On obvious atrocities designed to dismay Iām guilty of it too
Donāt be blue
This shouldnāt be how things last
It canāt be
It canāt end like this Can it?
