Chewing On Glass…

You can’t have everything you want
And not live with a few you don’t
We aren’t machines grown in place
Buried under by dirt as we may be
We aren’t plants made of parts either
If you didn’t know nothing grows
With its head in the sand except
Tiny worms and these little water snakes
Those things made of nightmares
We can’t shake from the gears of our minds
Didn’t need the thought and now you do
We can’t out grow our nightmares it seems
Because everything you want isn’t perfect
And like it or not we are all flawed
We are all designed to figure out what’s wrong
And exploit it like someone is paying
You can’t have everything you want
And expect to not live with everything you don’t
We aren’t machines grown in place
By God we aren’t plants made of parts either

I mean I’m not happy… but I’m not all that sad either…

If I wanted your opinion I wouldn’t have asked
It is my turn to speak and it never ends
A thousand screaming monkeys can’t be wrong
The cage is rattling but no one is home
We’ve already dragged them out to the streets
Put a bullet to their head and wished them
All dead… micro aggressions put on display
In hopes and fear to stop the rest
This isn’t some cult, but a permeant lifestyle
Like religion we honor them by feasting on the dead
Shave our heads and pretend we remember
What they said… micro impersonations put on display
We wanted more so we took it and didn’t bother to ask
What was this going to cost at the end?

When in history has anyone had our best interests at heart?

Your soul’s worth about as much as nothing
Made of vapers and bad breath
It smells like battery acid left out to burn
That might have been a little too personal
Your life’s worth about as much as you thought
Empty visions of you and your empty kingdom
If you just wanted to win here’s your trophy
And the keys to your shit existence
Born to lose… this is a symptom of bigger things
A hospital visit you won’t be coming back from
Bureaucracy moves so slow you were already dead
Before you even knew what the problem was
Survey says… it was most likely you all along
It wasn’t going to matter much anyway
Should have spent your time wisely
Digging the best grave that you could
A real shrine to what you believe
You mean to the rest of us… nothing
Truth be told we’d have burn that down too
We don’t care much for the living or the dead
And I’m the asshole for saying it out loud

Where to start on this one?… The Fight Club inspired piece… The one about the amazing time we happen to be living through… That was about the nicest way I could have put it… Or the first one about not being plants or machines?… Does it matter?… Because it don’t…

History paints a picture that explains most of this away… The times they are always changing back into nothing… the days they stretch across the same damn problems… the obvious solution to a never ending problem isn’t a logical conclusion we are willing to accept… Think I broke a few of my own rules there… We can’t all be perfect…

Unfortunately… is a longer word then it seems inside my head… Misspell it every time and I’m starting to believe it is all part of some master plan… A hidden agenda inside my head… If the pieces fit together so well… it seems it is that much harder to prove my laziness isn’t part of something bigger… Hope all is well… At the very least good enough…