The devil you don't know is waiting in the wet dressing gown
The water penetrated the towels and everything
The shower was out of control
It forces itself everywhere
There stands the devil neutral as 7
Evil as 3 as 6
The one you haven't met
calling you in at 9
toying with your mind
Trade the old one in it calls
There it stands like a tall clock
malicious like 16
That Devil unknown
incurring all sorts of chaos
Confusion and strong feelings
You think I don't know what yall say
It all gets to me eventually at it's height
I hear the words that come out of anxious mouths
And my advice is to shut it and be absent from my sight
Look we sit here talking like some cheap ploy
This man ahead of me is a proper spoilt boy
He turns and tries to make conversation
I tell him to shut up and fuck off
He has little to nothing to offer
He speaks as if speaking itself was the point
As if friendliness a fine art yet he's grease
He is thickly obvious and deseperate to please
He had offered nothing yet stood telling me
His only actions showed him to be false
Along these streets, in this reality
This boy man with a weak pulse
He is young and naive
He begs to be recognized
he does nothing for this place
And he expects to get something in exchange
For his annoying presence
I need him to know that I would reward him hefty
If he just stayed out of my business
be absent from my sight
My hands go up to touch the water as it comes down from the shower head
tears from a lifetime. That won't clean me.
The water comes out reaches the towels
It soaks them all
And wets the floor
The house will remain damp
My hands go up to adjust the jets
But it won't be adjusted
So I sit in the shower well
and let it all get wet
I cry for a decade
I let go of who I was
There is nil inside
Nil outside
There are only tears
albeit rolling slowly
Not like the jets of the shower
The bathroom is flooded
I have been performing
My value is nil and null
I was sure I was becoming something
I was certain I'd be someone
In the light of the day
I am exhaustion, tears and nothing more than these
I've never had the pleasure
And know I get to meet my own body filth
How are you?
shower jets pretty weak aye?
Yes it's me the wseat and dirt formed today
I feel pretty good right here
I have stuck and im sticking
I plan to stay
Well i better warn you
I'm going to have to grab the soap
The sponge and several other new friends
Then you'll probably flow off..
Don't lie to my face
Who are you kidding
Yourself?
Don't lie or offer something you can't
Don't skid in your horseshit long and far
I do not buy any of it.
Are you allergic to the authentic?
Can you not just tell me who are?
why try to decieve?
You could have saved yourself time
because it's all so unnecessary
Who gives a flying fuck
He was taller and better looking
He was going to take her before I could
I'd just give up before it got too far
Inside a game too big for me
I saw her back turned in her group
where they all shared the same things
I had very little to say and so walked on
The unknown protected me from rain
Yet put these obstacles in front of me
Each hall, each gathering, each oven
New girl say she wanted to be loved for who she was
Can she not see how false the outside world is
All pretend with the same vigor
pizza ovens and beer taverns
social gatherings
when they pile out what they've eavesdropped
Shaking and stirring the goss
pouring it out
then sipping addicted
I saw him approach her
Her arm went up, palm rested on his forearm
I saw the spark
brilliant
Or all just pretend?
I was born into 80 summers
I crawled into destiny
I am a baby God
meandering mind you
a serpent swimming out of the debris and ground lakes
Of storms and floods over the land
Seeking the dry to recompose
Playing with the trunks and branches of a forest pushed over
Loose in the wind I get blown back through the hills
You wouldn't recognize me now with grass and dirt
And God like cherub aura shining through the filth
I stand and attempt to fly but it's to early
I got to learn how to bounce first
