Jerry w/ the Red Cup

Staring into space

Over the top of the paper

Like an old vet in a cafe 

Waiting for a key word

So he can speak his two cents

For the first time 

To anyone besides the mirror 

Or the steering wheel 

Or the voice mail 

Of a long lost step kid

‘Cause I’m no expert 

But I mask loneliness

And the fear of eternal darkness

And the best of my life 

Might be behind with

With a quick quip I picked up 

From a pundit

Who’s angry for the ratings

But my angry rantings

Won’t bring my friends back

And this generation 

Is to blame

For not remembering

What I can’t forget

While I forget 

Everything

But the hate

That keeps my heart

Beating hard against the walls

Of reason

Remedy

And cholesterol