touché

Title art by L.H. Grey

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we humans are such easy prey
give us chance after chance
and we piss them away
if something is seen
we refuse to believe
should something be felt
then it’s promptly downplayed
it’s so fucking tragic
that we don’t believe magic
fail to move on
and prefer to stay static
the one thing emphatic
our psychosomatic delusion
prognosis neurosis
result disillusion
untreated contusions
improperly healed
turn septic in time
antiseptic declined
by refusal to see past the end of our noses
wake up smell the roses
call out and oppose this
each fight we throw
sees our brain muscle waste
bitter aftertaste laced with disgrace
it’s written all over our faces
as we look to the ground when we’re put through our paces
chalk down to experience
forgetting where we left it
no answers as our nerve then becomes tested
requesting a break
we know not how to take
as it seems a more shrewd move to bellyache
grow bitter and twisted
throw punches tightfisted
as whole lives end up something scripted
the joke is on us
should we accept this role
dig our own hole
and jump in it
with blessing of cynics
we veto blind faith
strap on denial
and fuck it away

we humans are such easy prey
seem to think that there’s no other way
than take every last chance
and piss it away
objection overruled
and we don’t give a fuck
as we’re speaking our piece
and this breach of the peace
has been long on the cards
a lifetime and nine yards
of walking a line
of distasteful design
leading no place and fast
bleeding right to the last
as we masked our contempt
knowing not how to vent
how to switch the talk show on to mute
now i do
now i speak for the voiceless
the true
those tired of mere existence
and in need of clear assistance
i bid to inspire them to go the whole distance
for path of least resistance lies with narrowest of eyes
as it looks into our deepest souls
to claim itself our sweetest wealth of prizes

uh-uh-uh
access denied
no thanks
i shall walk my own path
goddamn right it will be to the last
almost human you see
didn’t quite make the grade
so i engaged in a spot of rough trade
and shall not be your prey on this day
so…
touché