fisher king's wasteland

they give me a gun then they take it away things that go click in its place they give me a broom i'm a gutter tycoon i'm old and i'm young, i've no face to do me a kindness they make my life hard then they smile and they say "it's alright" but i sit here outside without any light through a restless, and lonely, cold night they tease me with girls while they cancel my thrills and they throw food at me i can't eat they tell me i'm fine that i haven't crossed a line but they know now that they've got me beat time's ticking slowly but at least it's not stopped and it's not like it's not any fun but the first chance i get and as soon as i can i'm making a break and i'll run [ original post ]

the baboon's cage is solid gold the zookeeper guards the gate you can't get in if you're not on the list now empty your pockets right onto this plate if we've taken it all, well, then come right on in just don't take off your jacket, that's a cardinal sin please do have a seat sir, we'll begin really soon as the minutes tick by, you can hum to the tune of the whistling and winking as the baboons troop in as they each take a seat round the tables of tin ooh, ooh, ooh, said the silverback, thumping the table oh, oh, oh, clapped his neighbour, his hair glossy and sable the silverback, sated, jumped up, glared about thumped his chest, before dragging his knuckles on out as he left through the exit, a murmur began but the sable son razzed them to silence and then he crumpled some paper, scratched his back with his pen took a dump on his table just to show that he can now there was much applause, as the next speaker farted and then waved a bana

poppies are red, now that roses are blue: you can call them "applause", but i'll call them "more true" for drugs are now love now that love's been sold out; lately candy and flowers are mere causes to doubt [ applause is the new red ]

i haven't been here that long, but long enough to call it tradition. or habitual. it's like a carton of cigarettes, by the time you've gotten into it enough to be addicted it's too late to realize that you don't earn enough to pay for it and food. so they finally get to me, after round after round of outpourings of the most intimate sort, and even the most undesirable of undesirables scores a warm "hey, man..." the room focuses on me. and they say "hey, man". then they tie me to my chair, duct-tape my mouth shut, and begin to beat me into submission.