There
In the intermittent tide
-At the fringe of a vast and magnificent ocean,
On sand
With its ankles in the freezing cold water,
is my piano.
Here
In the intermittent tide
Of a seething world in motion
With my ankles in freezing cold water,
I stand.
Dreaming of the ocean
Utilise insanity.
Don’t euphemise profanities
FUCK IT
If you rely on vanity
SUCK IT
I’ll sit by my banana tree
With a BUCKET
Full if ice cold home made lemonade
AYE
And I’ll look up to the unpopular
GUY
While you cover up your watery
EYES
And never see the legacy of the ugly
SKIES
That will rain down on you and you’re clever
DISGUISE
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Well you could take a walk through the streets of the
CITY
And collect things that help to make you feel
PRETTY
damn small in the world and pretty well
HIDDEN
Well hidden all the good bits to make people feel
SMITTEN
Well it’s all In vain
And vanity we banished
So utilise insanity and discover that you’ve vanished
THE LIFE OF AN ARTIST/freak/me
Sometimes I find I’m so misunderstood
When I’m making a clever observation people are telling me I’m no good
I look into their eyes and I peer into their logic
And I note that the colour of their eyes and other things biologic
Then I try to see where they’re coming from and I try to connect
But that is really freaken hard when they’re all so INCORRECT.
I said hydrogen helium lithium beryllium boron
They said what the hell are you talking about so I worked out that they are morons
Then I state quite plainly that they are morons- it’s a fact
I’ve collected evidence based on elements and how people and elements react.
Well I just re-enacted their reactions
Their repulsion from me, following my attraction
In addition to this they request my subtraction
From the equation, they say go away from, our scene of action
What do I take away from this interaction?
What can relieve me of my dissatisfaction?
I need to extract meaning so heres my meaningful exaction
WHAT DO YOU MEAAANNN? I was just stating a fact
you’re below average IQ, but there’s no need to react.
And they looked at me and said
“That is wrong that’s so fucking wrong. I can’t believe you just said that, you’re so wrong. That is wrong that’s so fucking wrong. I can’t believe you just said that you’re so wrong”
I was wondering aloud the other day how female vampires put on their make-up
If they can’t see their reflection imagine how much time that would take up.
I was making light conversation about it and getting along very well with these only slightly uncomfortable acquaintances and I was feeling very pleased with my ability to make small talk. Well, how DO they put on make up? I could see they were starting to engage with my question. ‘I dunno’ [in a flat bored sounding voice] they answered with intrigue and awakened curiosity- a hunger to know the answer to this puzzling question. I offered a new approach to the seemingly unanswerable. “But then I suppose the crimson blood smears of the brutally tortured victims of their bloodthirsty vein engorging broken udder-pig suckling rampages of goretastic juicy night prowling, and darkened eyes from long nights being awake leeching the necks of small children for all the youthful life inside would have a similar effect to a good helping of eye shadow and a smack of crimson lipstick.
They looked right into my eyes and vomited while onlookers chanted…
“That is wrong that’s so fucking wrong. I can’t believe you just said that, you’re so wrong. That is wrong that’s so fucking wrong. I can’t believe you just said that you’re so wrong”
Well I couldn’t believe my EARS! There were tears! How could they have got me so wrong?!
Their implication was that my quotation would lead to damnation to hell where I belong
Appalled they said to run along! Well so long!
But it’s you that needs salvation –
Emancipation from your own confused souls
And your muddled looking faces just filling time and large spaces
Well I’ve seen a more attractive Alsatian-
Certainly more sex appeal due to better facial feature formation
And the slight rotation of the mouth nose combination is a better manifestation of facial spatial location.
Not that I’m saying I’d do an Alsatian- that claim would call for my institutionalisation but your lack of sex appeal was my illustration- the demonstration of my claims relating to Alsatian personification. This point that im making has led to me radiating my exasperation vibrations of my frustration like electromagnetic radiation. So much frustration! Oh the frustration, actually where is that Alsatian? AND THE WHOLE WORLD SAID:
“That is wrong that’s so fucking wrong. I can’t believe you just said that, that’s so wrong. That is wrong that’s so fucking wrong. I can’t believe you just said that that’s so wrong”
Alone and wandering
Wondering what in the hell is worth pondering
Well I start pondering plundering because my human interaction contraption is not functioning.
Gotta stop blundering through these social conundrums,
This is my undoing now watch me come undone
Perhaps its better that way in the long run that I come undone
If after all I’m the wrong one
But im the one with the rationale
I’m the professional
I tell the whole truth as if life’s my confessional.
It’s rational and best of all
It’s the known not the extraterrestrial
But apparently I am the alien, the foreign, the estranged
For my normal behaviour they treat me like I’m deranged
Then I met a man who looked at me a quivering failure
I said don’t come near me I’ll probably derail ya
He was tall dark and creepy and made me quiver and shiver
From my oesophagus to my liver felt like a turbulent river
Would he be the giver of the final blow?
Delivered to my already shattered and shrivelled ego
Would I care though? Would he though?
NO I don’t care I’m born to be misunderstood by a world that is wrong and incorrect and no good.
I said:
The world is all wrong- you can take it or leave it
You CAN go along and fake it- deceive it
You can pretend all you like but I’ll never believe it
I could believe it: this world, but I’d rather leave it
If someone is foolish and you tell them they’re being clever
They’ll only continue in their foolish endeavours
I won’t laugh at something if it’s not funny- no never!
Nor will I applaud something that’s just a little bit whatever
Because life is short and they’re making mine shorter
And I’m not the sort to resort to supporting supporters
Of trivial talk that takes the talk out of talker
Leaving just er: er with some ums
I speak from the heart and they speak from their bums
I wont waste my time justifying the unjustifiable
Because it’s the truth that I speak yet it’s somehow deniable
You can call me unethical but the information’s reliable
I don’t intend to offend but note my logic is viable.
There now pass your judgement go on,
Pass your judgement and tell me I’m wrong
Say what you say I can take it I’m strong
But the world’s lacking in logic that’s why I don’t belong
And he said
That’s so right, that’s just so fucking right. I actually cant believe you just said that you’re so right! Its true what you say, a bit taboo what you say but hallelujah horay that I met you today! I can’t believe you just said that its so right!
(If only)
