
why be clear when I
have so many English words
to obfuscate with
Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time

why be clear when I
have so many English words
to obfuscate with

try to cut people
more slack than you are willing
to cut for yourself
all that slack just may make
the world seem a better place
best thing about low
expectations is that you've
given sufficient
slack already for almost
all things you'll meet on your way
now excuse me I
have some serious slacking
off planning for the
holiday season and the
new year's great expectations
Anything that closes Can open again Like chapters of history That emotional cauldon Blowing it's lid Boiling over it's rim Roiling content conglomerate Filled with blood and riddles As we drive our cartwheels Over hectares of the bones Of those that have gone before With foolish finishing beliefs That a chapter has closed Only to gaze into the abyss Brutally pried open again By our ignorance and bliss Inhumanities calling card To this earth we inhabit
Not having things I
don’t want that others tell me
I should want is fact.
My gratitude for what I
do have is no mere mirage.
♩♪♩♬ ♬♩♪♩
When everybody
Becomes a thrill seeker then
Nobody is thrilled
Nothing special Nothing gained
Cheap thrills Cause the thrill is gone
♩♪♩♬ ♬♩♪♩
Clocks askew as I
No matter how hard I try
With money to buy
Seem to steal on a whim
All my daylight savings time

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Slice away hollow all hallows disguise of fear
Where pumpkins grin
While humanity plans sin
Tricks and treats all beat their feet
Through urbane humanities urban street
Foolish fantastical ways of thinking
Gunna get them something sweet to eat
Still the strong eat the meat
While the meek all retreat
Carve through realties flimsy costume veneer
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