Hey Mr. Famous
Wednesday, August 20th, 2008Hey Mr. Famous
by Wolfgang Nibori
i’d like to crack your crystal skull
i’d like to grind you up to find-
can’t you show me how it goes or must i always tow this line
you pretend you can’t remember, pretend it took a flash
still i’m reaching ’round for answers
still i’m drowning in the bath and it’s like
how much crazier am i gonna hafta be? how much further
to run from who i used to be
which is not to say that i’m somehow someone else
it’s just the ready-made admission we all create ourselves
at school i skipped the parties i never got invited in
then i’d party just to skip school let it sail into the wind
here i am, once again and i’m finding it to be
a fucked up kind of maze, an obscure lopsided game
so it boils down to fuck it
guess i’ll roll my dice anyway
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