King Bee vs. Pissant

If you go on vacation, stay on vacation
Get paid to do nothing,
Just like you always said I do
And whenever they said to me "vacation"
I always thought of tired old wrinkly men
Drinking martinis on yachts or something
I'm just not old and wrinkly enough
Tired though

If you go away forever, stay away forever
Here or there, your nagging blessing
Does not faze me
At least not anywhere near as much as I'll admit
You're such a good man, such a good employee
Hah! My ass-crack!

Everybody needs something to hate I guess
You hate your job, I just hate you
But not enough to do anything about it
The joke still remains
Squarely on me

No Big Loss

These words are fleeting
They mean nothing
And I am so tired
Of the burden of the “idea”

Well maybe I don’t want it
I just want to forget it
It teases my brain
Till I put it down

These times are fleeting
Now with no meaning
Do you wanna do something good
Or just something new?

Cuz this ain’t novel
And what does it mean
besides an easy distraction
Some sacrifice to integrity
To pay the bills this week

Your talent makes you headstrong
You think you’re being strung along
When the world won’t pay attention
You shrug, you sigh
The idea dies in you

These days are fleeting
And I’m still repeating
What it is that’s so wrong
But I won’t even try
to make it right

The idea dies in me
The idea dies in you
The idea dies in us

No big loss

Old-fashion (Never Gets Old)

I don’t know what you’re waiting for
But you’re good enough for me
You think you can't pin me so easily
As if this front is a facade for anything but shame
I just learned to hide it better than most
But you still cry afoul when I finally let it out
‘Shame? That’s it?!’
Somehow it must be
Deeper than that

When I see you naked in bed
No sex involved, nor embrace at all
How can I even touch this
Too beautiful
But where’s my "point!" she says...

My point is
I don’t want to just love you
I want to know you inside out
I want you to fall against me
And feel more than just air
A weight, a feeling
A solid being
Let me know I’m here

But then the lights flash on
Through the slats in the blinds
And part of you always disappears
Through the creak in the door
Or the crack in my head
It doesn’t matter much to where

I, always claiming the victim
To your negligence
But somehow it must be deeper than that

Or maybe I just want it to be
Deeper than that

Untitled 3101

New year, no year
No words, no music
Three more years they said
I thought we had five
But then I remember
They said it back in '06
Time flies, etc, etc
It's those moments
You wish it wouldn't
It goes by the quickest
Goddammitall
I'm not cut out for this
But they're starting to fake it now
"What will you do for me
When you're rich?"
I never said it
You did goddammit

...Bent sidewalk
I'm open
I'm waiting
Forever is dated
This no year will pass us
Just as the last one
I'd like to sit
On the curb
For a second
Half a second
And siphon this through
A positive viewpoint
But I can't seem to reach that
Too many realistic...
Expressionistic
Crap-filled...
Thought-stains.

Bam

You think I’m either stupid
Or I just don’t care
Or somewhere in the middle
Just a silly wanker
Flicking a couple switches
My wits aren’t too quick
I’ll give you that
Sure, but…
I care too much
I just don’t know how to show it

So please underestimate me
You patronizing prick

Then
That’s when
I win
BOOM
I always do

(eh. i guess the "boom" here can be construed to be a gunshot or bomb or something to that effect, but it's just there for... guess what... effect. after all, the best revenge is living well. *wink*)