i’m a slippery soul
i take from here and there
i toss it in the hole
throw me a smoke
toking above the moat
high up on a tight rope
they told me to disown me
the black box is a constellation
and the spotlight is empty
they said bill never had it
jim, sally, and pete just in a phase
what about me? do i get a phase?
clouds are filling up the sky
the blue is swallowed up
where’s the sun? you’re asking why
you see, i feel the tug upon my chin
the poppies are closing in
will you listen, or will you not?
give me a reason and i’ll cave
you have one, idiot, i already gave