Half Asleep with one eye open
When I happen to see the Saturday Night Slam Masters
Ripping top ropes into the stratus
With commercial breaks interrupting them
by lonely men in their hair clubs
who leave me pining my own scalp these days
Simple and Stupid
The neglected coddled dalliances we hold dear
Spinning endless in a ball of fire
You called your troubled youth,
Bring me the rings of that troubled planet
and I'll beat you to death with them,
Guaranteed
or your money back
--Wink(With a glimmer on the teeth)
The remote is somehow sticky,
Pressing the buttons has that slow depression thing going on
while I also have that...
slow depression thing going on
and now it gets stuck on channels I'd never watch,
C-Span plays the pale circus
That is designed to make me care or care less,
And I second that motion before the filibuster files suit,
My lids are crusted
In brown outs tapping out
And I’m battling back and forth
In reality and the realm between
Lids open in stained static
—“Set it and forget it huh? Where’s my wallet?”
Lids closed in black magic
—“Put me through to the President.”
Im stuck in this Limbo with no stick
No music
And no hits
And the Saturday Night Slam Masters
--Bless their hearts
Have choke holds like you wouldn’t believe