I’ve got the deep down blues.
The great wide hollows.
The I’m gonna punch you mads.
The never gonna get out of this wallows.
I’m shaking with the way you anger me.
The way I stand solid and still on my pedestal of broken things
And you shake me.
You grab these to wide shoulders and shake me.
Shake me awake from the ambrosia dreams I had.
Where all that was dust and sticks was gold and jewels.
So I’ve got the deep down blues.
The I’m gonna punch you mads.
Because you woke me up.
Like a sleeping giant I could tolerate the world with my eyes shut.
But you had to push.
Had to stick those little too long
Little too dirty
Fingers of yours
And push my all too loudly colored and boldly shaped buttons.
But worse?
Worse is that you just dropped it.
I woke up
Looked around
Saw you there and thought I might make it.
And next thing I know I turn around and you’re gone.
Gone like a summer breeze in the dead of an Idaho January.
No trace
No nothing.
So I’m sorry if I’m a little off my tilt.
Got a little bone to pick.
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