Human mess

Flow with the moment they say
People love the selfishness the lick of the dog
The get satisfied and go off about your business
croak of the toad

The ego load and the invisible untold
They are talking at you at you at you
You just need to mold into that moment
Accept that those thoughts and feelings
are not food for the table

Be that bendable and dependable
dream of a human being

Lofty ideals for such a selfish mess
selfish human mess the invisible untold
Pull the cord and hear the dolly speak
Rent a dog to spend your affection on

Be that dream albeit you´ve increased that ego load
You turn into one of those "at you" people
Unable to mold into those spikey moments
You are not food for the table
You are the burnt meal
The selfish human mess