Pull the other one!
Been far too long altogether
Weren’t there when I truly needed you
And now, a distantly dropped dime or ten inside of my palm when I might just need it most, perhaps
Yet it would’ve been far more suitable for you and yours to have placed out your hands at a time when this particular ZEN came crashing down
All around
Hastened grounds enveloped by no such scope whatsoever
Can you see it, my hanging by a metaphorical rope?
I cope but I can still feel it…
I longed for being peeled right away awhile ago
The flagged crow, searching for something, anything
Why didn’t you bring it… sing it, goddamnit!!?
Still in it to win it but I fly in no such straight line
Time sure can be a killer
Fistful of pills