Saturday, January 19, 2013

Top Of The Flops


    That crazy-ass rug peddler thought he was a soothsayer
    He suffered privately for those who were dying quietly 
                     Imagine that
He may or may not have been telling the truth
In the words he was screaming as he fell from the roof
                              You know how it goes with all of those            
                              Pseudo intellectuals
                 Stage diving into a sea of bugged-out humanity 
                 Lonely women and even lonelier men      
                 From Kansas City to Copenhagen
                 Learning from Brahman masters of humility
                                       To cry out
          Aware of all the subtleties
                    Afraid of the possibilities
                              Of illusions and realities
                                         And purple mundane majesties
It is easy to turn a blind eye on your past
Pretend there never was a time
When you needed the largest crane in the world
To pull your head out of your ass



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