Saturday, February 18, 2012

Topiary Expressionism for the Young and Young at Heart

I was a lie that you told in your sleep
To all your little friends who could never keep
A secret to themselves so they all blew up
Now they're tiny little pieces, you can't get enough, no no

I once was a higher cause
I once held the greater good like a gun
I once walked with martial law
I once kept all my doubts in a box in the bag of a thief on the run

Is this your evidence
'cause I don't need any trouble and I don't mean anything by it
Is this your parliament
'cause your lords are all so common and your steak tastes just like ramen
But we've all got bigger problems now

You were a pebble in the shoe of the sun
Like a shadow on the grave of a less fortunate one
But the lunch bell rang and you're starting to drool
As if our cares were unaware of what to feed to a tool

I once was a cable car
I once was the logo on the side of a lamp
I once was a corporate joke
I once placed all my sins in the back corner pocket of a man who had run out of stamps

Is this your heresy
'cause I do means loads of trouble and you're better off without a suitcase
It's common decency
but I suppose we'll let it go considering your standards are so low
And we've all got bigger problems now

Take me for example
Or take me for the fact
That I will not come quietly
And you won't take me in tact
'Cause I've been shuffled around for generations
And stored in inadequate situations
The temperature in these conditions
May have lead to excess wear and tear
But really that's neither here nor there
I had my papers somewhere 'round here, I could swear
But there's children near, dear, so better not
And politicians too, oh well, let me rot

I once was a valuable
I once was a collector's item
I once held the attention of a so-and-so from oh-you-know
And well I suppose that's all I've to say about that
After all, by now I must be old hat


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