Metal Town

Tin Pan Valley.

1.

Today I relearned something

The world is fucked up

A big man with big hands

And pretty eye sockets

Who can toss a little leather ball

In a nowhere we call 2 points

Gets 99% of everything no one else can have.

 

2.

You graduate

Then they feed you cyanide and call it a vitamin

But I suppose it’s better than the lyceum

Where you suck ten inches of someone else’s prelude through a straw

Then you bow and say thank you

You f*****g twat

But don’t mind all of me

My neurons are bent like that

Like telephone wires in France

You dirty graduate.

 

3.

What are we anyway?

Nothing but artillery shells of sand

Tumbling like sound down a pregnant hour glass

Where the thin neck has become our story

and we’re left in the rush

To be sifted by some anything we color

and give feelings and a pretty face

And we imagine that because this everything

seems to finger our little selves

That we must have value

And we must be something, anything, everything, like gold-

But what is gold anyway?