cyba_doll

The faceless marchtraffic haze

They thought it was, you know
They really undeniably bought it
All the glamour, the noise, the flattery
Just swallowed it deep throat, whole sale.

They forgot to turn the box the correct way up
The game of life, says it all in the title really
Its incredible how wrong people can get it
You leave them alone with a mattress and a riding crop for four hours
But they said, I was the first
The first to realise the game demands
Acute attention, not a back chat or lets rearrange Thursday

Among the do-goodies
Among the murderers of emotional ghosts
They sit and ignore possibility
That force at the back of your sock drawer
You know
It's reachable just not in high heels
Don't repress depression it's part of the dignity of experience
It holds you in stasis till you catch
Your breath
Breath like you mean it baby

Its terrible you know, traffic
Like incompatible thoughts all going in different directions
You see it's a light at the end of the tunnel not a stop sign
Your life mirrors intelligent life
Alien life, alone TV blind
Scratching at your sentiment
When sentiment wasn't a packaged
Like the latest car advert

So we sit in traffic, the rear view mirror
Holds no lust over what's in-front
You beep the horn till the message is clear
They bumper to bumper crawl to the lights
You think you'll out smart the cars, the system, the steamed up
Windows of your future

But you wont
You realise for a moment you see
Then after that it washes away
Like the bug on the sunny windscreen
Like the bug that was just minding its own
Business before it got introduced to a much larger force

You will die
One moment you'll be buzzing
On drugs
On washing powder
Or on natural yoghurt

Then you'll die
Just like a flick of an almighty switch or end of a gluten free song
Your part in the evolutionary discussion
Is over
Your last hand was down in the high five of life
The weighted dice of devils cum
You see I know this because I'm
Writing this from the future

You wore the stockings and suspenders dressed like the clown that all could see
Eat your vitamins, wade in your sewage, the toilet was at-least a good
Idea for those who like to flush their junk-food ridden bowls away
Infesting the dark cities roots underbelly
Of filthy marsh
Lost to the shiny streets of
Endless windows of glitter
All to dress you in spender splendor
But for what to get you. the next
Hot bed-address
To mark your post with a Degree
Of reason

The educated just use it to rule
Those who messed about at school
They read the chalk, they got the trade
While you played the crowd and got wholly laid
They twist the horizon, put freshener
In your traffic jammed car. Because
Its all fun now, all air guitar

You sleep well my friend
But please wake up before the end