Now my nerves have numbed Done in by days’ decay Monotony to which I have succumbed Picked my pockets all
Warriors sacrifice Standing ovation betrays Wife and kids’ dead pa.
Taking what she craves, leaving just a haze of graves
in imitation, sincerest of flatteries, springtime’s lavender
Returning home quietly within my dream Stepped out of my cloud looked down the hill To see my mother and
Drone on Mr. Speaker Dance your practiced dance I’m captive to your schtick By direct deposits from above Your asphyxiation
City sleeping quilted by her lights so bright Secure that if she wakes she’ll not be blind Then awakened before