You were fully aware
that it is contagious.
you pointed that yawn
right at me.
Why do you continue
the fool’s dark dance
and deny your own luminosity?
Why do you commit yourself to an eternity of decay?
Self-loathing cause a curious pigmentation
and you are saturated by it
You really aren’t as clever as you think
Or maybe you just underestimate me
I did indeed read between the lines
Your message not so hidden after all
Or maybe that was the point
If so, why did you need me to know?
If not to relay your message to its intended recipient
Do you think it paints you in a better light than had you communicated it yourself?
Or maybe, just maybe you didn’t expect me to see the deeper meaning behind it all
Be careful now. . . your slip is showing
Can I get a translation?
I don’t happen to speak
your particular brand of crazy.
Tchotchkes, knick-knacks, “collectibles”
Whatever you call them
you know what they really are
Trapping every bit of dust and dander they come in contact with
Sometimes I feel that way
Like a dust collector
for every negative thing
floating my way
Or a gaping black hole
Devouring everything it comes in contact with…
feather duster anyone?
Day one almost slipped by me!
This came out in 1971…. sigh
While I don’t appreciate some of the lyrics…most is still so very relevant