The Story Of Us

negate the proposition the blond pixies put forth

oblong statist patriotism found in the far north

either side of the minor stream, it's all the same

bullshit dripping despite the race, despite the name

going nowhere fast from the small town bell jar

along the way are just blocked-up, burned-out cars

the name matters depending on the boundaries

the new ones are found wanting in the foundry

the cellulite may be jaundiced, may carry weight

doesn't matter if you yourself carry a ton of freight

carry the big fish attitude until one meets the grave

no matter if the main drag is gravel or paved

and the troubadour keeps telling twisted tales

that exist forever in prose, notes, bars and scales

a diseased humanity within an uncaring space

to the great expanse, what egg is on our face?

make meaning and contribute to the narrative

like its some kind of great and grand imperative

so the proposition is ultimately negated

and nobody winds up any kind of elated

the story of us has no point, has no moral

so let us kill ourselves with no qualms, all quarrels