so calculated, the words that come. ah!
but the glorious shine of a polished
tongue.
have you been up practicing all night long?
your mouth forms chords
and arpeggiates.
it sounds so sweet but then nauseates.
have you been up
sweating this all night long?
at the crack of dawn your up again to show the
world just where you stand
you dressed in your good suit today.
polished
your shoes for such an occasion...
pressed your shirt and slicked your
hair
straightened that tie now get out there!get out there!
the tile is
burning through your rubber soles
the sweat is beading and forming tiny
pools
youve been pacing and youre scaring the shit out of your kids
theres
white building up in the corners of your mouth
the neighbor kids are laughing
and pointing at your house
your wifes ashamed. she's pulling all the blinds.
you'd think you'd get the picture after time after time after time.
your roof
is slowly growing weak sagging stretching like your speech...
oh my science!
hes on the roof again!
citing scripture and throwing up his hands
they
said "i dont think hes coming down"
"does he think hes conducting some great
orchestra? cause hes waving his hands and i cant help singing:
oh my
science! hes on the roof again!citing scripture and throwing up his hands.dear
science hes on the roof again!citing scripture and
throwing up his
hands."
hes not missing a beat hitting every note
not discouraged by their
laughter
hes not missing a beat hitting every note
not discouraged by sharp
fingers
you dressed in your good suit today
polished your shoes oh what a
waste
pressed your shirt and slicked your hair
and all you got were empty
stares...
