I died of being sensible
They lived by being cruel
And not that it's defensible
But I'm going back to school
I need to learn that kindness kills
If not your health, then your thrills
It stops the natural order coming
The instincts aren't surrendered to
But replaced by rational thinking
Thinking, thinking where's that got me?
Down the street chewing toffee
Chewing on my cup of meat
Drinking down my coffee
Thinking, thinking it has scoffed me
Taken my time and torn it off me
Knocked me on my ass
Put my head through the glass
Mistaken the stars and moon for trash
Thinking where's that got me?
Oh to be free of
This need to look after me tod
Just a will to fill the stomach
Leaves the heart and genitals redundant
Nothing for them to do but fester
Then at some later time pester
You into action, but you'll survive
To live another day, or strive
Because whether we live or just survive
This is our lot and these are our lives
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