By and By
No one around here is gonna ever fuck with us. Not in the literal, figurative, imaginative, not in any way. They'll let us sit in squalor if we want. Those days of people caring are gone. Those days of 'taken care of' evaporate. They'll let us rot if we let them.
I'm all over it though. I'm all over the case. I can make everyone satisfied in everything we do if we could just write wishes in the air and have them answered. I'll keep running around with my broken arms waving them as if they work. Waving them as if they mattered that no splint was on them. No one around here is gonna mess with us.
There is nothing more entertaining than watching apathy bite. Watch it take a chunk out of your competitor. It pushes you a little more. It makes you whirl your arms around harder in hopes to attract a buzzing noise that is viable to the other flocks.
Someone's always driving around here with something to swill talking about getting your face on a hundred dollar bill. Pick up the ticket that sticks to your money to be made. The gamble is the secret of the game. Sign up with evil. It's a game of chance in this world of real skill.
No one around here is gonna drag in a kill for us. Before the judge they aren't gonna make sure we have faces of dust. They'll just drag in the carcass, slap it on the counter, ask for a couple bits and go back to the place of subsisting. There's money to be made in them hills. There's life to be had. Nobody around here is gonna fool with us.
Don't start me trying now. Just let me sleep. Oh you will? That's kind of you. I'm all over it though. I can make carcasses appear as well and then I can plop them down on the hood of your car and make life wonderful. I can make anything appear simply by waving my finger in the air. Simply by wishing.
Don't start me wishing. Don't get my hopes near your face. Let me fall back down to me. Let me hold me and weep over you. Let me sit there alone where I should be. Let beat out the ground as if it will ever move because of my fists. Someone's always calling out at me trailing some new kill. Someone has a game of chance for me. Someone forgot to tell you that I was like the wind in the winter.
I didn't steal your keys. But I skinned up your knees. The stars are the dreams of actors in their masks.
Picking up my face shows that there was nothing there to save. I lost the gamble and that is the history of the trade. I lost the given. I lost the taken. I took the jester and shook him down from his tree. To be replaced by my echoes of mediocrity. I looked down and he was lying there. He was crying. He was looking for help. The crowd left with him. They left me killing in the tree. Birds were falling into the snow. I was laughing at myself. I was wishing it wasn't me.