Remembering the past
With some leaves
I try to be genuine
I wish I didn’t grow so fast
So fast apart
The clouds roll by
For the sun to be the sky
Let’s explore this tree we hang from
Through all of its seasons
Roots intertwine
Estranged parts
Don’t see the sunshine
That always makes a bad apple
Hanging low
We’ll fall off of the tree
Wait three seasons
Oh lucky us luckiness
There’s another chance
(Breather)
It’s half time
Time to recap
Like an opera
Without the overweight sap
Singing in languages
That kings and queens can’t understand
They’re being mocked
For the way the comprehend
So many of them are so dumb
They think they can move masses
When so many issues needing attention
Get passes and passes
They're running the city
Running the town but never did a marathon
Taking the people, bringing them down
With only a towel on
They’d bathe in milk
And never break a sweat
We’d bathe them in stew
They’d come out of the closet
Covered in perfume because they felt they had to
To them it’s real life
It isn’t-
Or the real world
It isn’t-
A bubble of frills and services
It isn’t-
They sleep their way
Up the ladder like
Leachy social climbers
Like the “cool girls” from high school
That got knocked up and are
Working at Wal-Mart as full timers
The only difference is they’re
Rolling the doe(‘s doe) with a professional title
They don’t even know the meaning of
An industrial sperm bank
And abortion clinic
Industry’s botox
The infectious dirty work without the love
Wear your low rise cowlick
Gum smacking, over sized sunglasses
Exposed mid-drift and exposed thighs
Your streaked hair
New face by needle point
Bleached teeth, pedicure
Tan in a box of lights
We’ll fall off the tree
Wait three seasons
Oh lucky us luckiness
There’s another chance