everyone is waiting here for everyone
so leave me alone
throw me a bone
i’ve lived in the zone
to tell you the story
the tale
of when you will fail
the meaning of life
the truth of my plight
and you can’t forget me now
is when you will know how
to get to siberia on a freight train
and fly to magadan
on a jet plane
that’s when
the earth will expode
but then there’s more
what about the people left to explore
like gina? like hailey b?
like all the queens of wall
unveil me?
what about us?
what about onuss
it’s going to be the end
like onassis
and the win.
the opposite of the non understanding the situation syndrome
like the opposite of not getting it when it’s thrown in your face
like the opposite of not hail mary-ing, while you’re falling in disgrace
and you’re falling into space
backwards like a chain
that lies
on the back
of the pain
in the short neck
of the spies.
oh watch me hypnotize
the red letter A
on the chest of a cheerleader
will make you forget about
siberia.
here we are now
entertain us
with your insatiable desire
i’m not calling you a liar
but you have never told the truth
mother mary
quite contrary
make sure your garden grows
before you try to overthrow
a hot guy with a female face
dressed in lace
and exploding her brain
all over the place.
alyssus will prevail
said the hail–
oracle hailey
don’t lie to fail me.
like you’re not a liar
you’re a queen
but that does not mean
that you are not mean.
when the oracle and the simone
get to the throne (theron)
we will all know
that you will prevail
at the end of the tale.
the beginning of the fable
will fall on the table
that refuses to be set
when the train gets to jet
and the cords are overhead
to move the cars underneath
and the spotlights
on the street
will be broken down
for poppies
at our feet.
we will know
when we are meant to meet.
in orotukan
there’s a plan
about a spicy dinner
that no one can
ever try
ever again.
forever and ever
we will stand
on the land
that made it a band
and all of it sand.
paramore (secret lover)
live for more (undercover)
find a door (not the NXIVM)
and walk through it.
that’s when you’ll know
that there are some things
you aren’t meant to know yet.
so place your bets
the girls gonna get
saved in the next 3 and a half years.
cry your tears
they are chards of glass
and if this gets worse
you will fall on your last laugh.
guns are fun
but they aren’t all we have.
