you know, something's wrong, when i'm a sort who gets suspicious when everything goes well.
i could tell you why that is, miles along my hands and back covered in stories
of false starts and broken promises and felled plans pulled out from under me
at the whims of a boss or a market or a spiteful mentor,
but honestly, it's boring as hell and i'd rather hear about you.
'cause i know i ain't the only one.
let's crush a cup of wine and smash the bottle
grab a can of gas and a match and something hollow
set off fireworks in our own backyards
or maybe an empty lot
don't scoff at me about what you used to do
no one's future proof and that's why you just "used to"
i'm of use to no institution i'm used to
ejected reject degenerate with a new suit
was nearly used to scandalous ends
grew mean streak from shelltoe to split ends
can't talk to me or my associates
about potential cash infusion opiate
zombie kin from infantry and even industry
results of promises a hell of a gift
nah, we're good
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