They tell me it’s just a thing
Of no real consequence
No true means to fund it
No valid ends to warrant
Even a passing interest
He knocks at my door
Invites himself in and makes himself comfortable
Then tries to explain the system
Like intricate sewer grids
Searing through all the bullshit
But still so much slips through undetected
I offered him a cup of coffee
Even asking him how he took it
And searched for the sugar
I never made use of
Now fixed in clumps
Now cut in cubes
Now served with milk
I kept mine black
Then I laid it on thick
How the under-swept made me
Physically sick
And if he knew what was
Good for him
He’d never step foot
In this house again
He stood up then
Shook my hand
Shrugged and condescending
“We’ve all got to grow up sometime”
Then left
Don't you think I don't already know
I can't fight from the inside and risk becoming you
But I can't fight from the outside at all
Don't you think I don't already know
Don't you think at all
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