Way Down in the Valley

Way down in the valley...

  never leave it

With all the drunken peasants,

Drunk on,

  whatever; relevance, freedom, dumb-assery

There is always one among the many

One whom always feels a need to tell the world

Their stance on this or that,

The morality that you, her, him, and I should all have...

  from way down in the valley

  always from way down in the valley

Petrified of accepting anything else...

  everyone else is an interloper.

Content in the bush leagues,

  deep down in the valley,

Some have have no intention of leaving...

  better to be a fake someone

  than a real no one

Content to be drunk off drunken peasants

  their compliments,

  those idiot suggestions...

 Perfectly compliant with your views,

  your "evaluations"

Amenable to all your complaints

  f*****g herd morality

  begging to be lorded over

  a service some happily provide

Way down in the valley

It's where some like it

  them folks are kept down there,

  by each other like pets keeping pets

Where you find the best hug box,

The best b***h box,

A stage where they feign relevance;

  where they pretend their profundity,

  and print their 3 dollar bills.

Way down,

Moralizing from weak pedestals,

Feigning authority

  way down in the valley

Still miles beneath me

  next drinks on me

You can tell me how I am now,

  years behind you

Miles ahead of you

Reviews

[Kirsty Woodward]

Hard lines.
"better to be a fake someone
than a real no one"
Really nice piece here.

[mel_central]

Makes me scratch my head in the best way. This stuff is really good.

[Davidgeo]

Thanks... the real meaning is quite boring anyway. Find your own, bet it's better.

[mel_central]

ha you're funny