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In a Culture of Execution
Standing nine to five
Fist cocked
Rifles at the ready
Learning half mast
Full blast
That we were last night
Tomorrow is a voyeur
Leaving her jewelry
On the nightstand for a
One night hand stand
Hell of a time
Wrist watches wasted
After cell phones busted
Into new homes
Demanding attention
What time to be
At the alter
Dressed in space black
Licking my lips to get
A trophy babe
To push out my new wave
Of brainwashed futures
A diamond cut for us
In the jungles of
God knows where
Now adorns the
Digit of a dame
Who won't wonder
How much it took to plunder
The world over so
She could say "I do"
To a man with no balance
In family and life
Working up a sweat to support
His own selfish way of thinking
I don't invite the bats to the party anymore. They just keep showing up until the house is all sonicated with an allocation of glass blasted to the brink of sand. I put on my nice coat tonight just in case there are females in sight who might see me at my finest. I dine late with alcoholics and moral gamblers all scrambling for more opportunities to lie with a temporary solution. I've come into contact with miles of minutiae pummeling me back to where I was with grey matter soaked hands. My brain is once again to blame for my well being when temporary distractions pull me from long term resolutions. When you make a wish, wish one for me.
I've ate all my wishes in front of you on hands and knees, smiling for your cameras.
