A CLICHE MALAISE
Why isn't life as good as it looks?
The perfect moments like the ones in books?
Our jewels lie hidden - or fondled by crooks
Or are worn to not fulfill our tenterhooks
Too bored to try
Might as well shrug and say: "fuck it"
Hang your head and die
The glib glamors vie
For your piece of pie
Quite compelled til you kick the bucket
When you're dead who'll cry?
(payment on the sly)
Why isn't love a visible thing?
The perfect ointment for a poisonous sting?
Instead a stone in a swinging sling
Heft to split the skull unending
Just gum out on the road
Chewed and chewed but never swallowed
Then spit out and forgotten
Just another never-hole for you to aught in
Just turn the world around
The day is old and long and dead and grey
My head's begun to pound
My favorite places have all begun to decay
The part of thought that talks
Exaggerated nonsensing unlocks
The skin is wearing thin
From perching on the tip of a pin
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