Can catch fish.
Can’t hook you.
Double or nothing is it?
How long do you study for and of what are you convinced?
Try to put a heart into the pipes, an organ in an organ or whatever helps to not be a touchy subject.
By whose favour and to what have you been tailored?
Compulsory warrants battered voice-overs, I can make my own choices, thanks, and no, I would not like your version of 'the truth', or a sample of your soup.
Ah, yes, I see you have an antique side table to compliment your tone, well, look who's Mister Grumpy!
And god forbid should I depict favour prophetically or dare to name my best-loved facets. Is I, a fully open-wounded apple core, is reason not to mention incontrovertible truths, because people like you forever-never ponder them,
"what's 'thinking twice' if it's not on a platter, am I right?"
Fuck sakes. I might even eat off the floor.
Save your ('precious') time, haven't you some ingenuity to fossilize?
And after work, your wrists hurt but the TV's on all night,
a perfect decoy from wanting any change in your life.
Your paychecks are tapered.
Freedom that you waver.
Titanium noggin that knows not exterior pulse.
New episodes of trash, how could you ever feel refreshed.
I've failed you for my test on 'the best of the worst of the rest.'
But if I could get you and me on LSD I’d reconsider.
You're as confused
as a tween
as I eat
off the floor.