Listening to the pilfered blues
Of a white man’s band
Knocking on the wall,
Stumbling blind cotton-head
Past the unlatched doors
never so sure as in sleep.
There must be an escape hatch
That ends not in my own blood,
One would hope.
Sway, sway
And hold yourself as a dancer
In a waltz built for one.
A single day can crumble the castle,
And you’ll never forget,
So some demanding days require a preemptive strike:
Just go to bed as soon as your eyes are open,
Break the glass and
Take some fuckin’ Antabuse in case of emergency;
Worse case scenario is
Perpetual submergence.
Can we have some levity,
Please?
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