I don’t run around in circles
I run circles around, though I get how it’s similar on the surface
The first is a reaction to shitty customer service
The latter is like going back to flip your own burger
The very hungry caterpillars hatch into usurpers
And graduate from a favorite leaf, to something with some agency
Something with a little bass, and even more complacency
Where someone could in theory dig a hole adjacent, wait and see
Got ‘em, race for the save screen, or c’est la vie
Opposite your maker at some tabletop arcade machine
It's been awhile since I played
I used to memorize the mazes, now I’m lying in wait
I used to entertain the chase and even iron the cape
Now I use it when the dogs have been outside in the rain
Mostly perched up on the parapet observing
Army after silly army turn to armadillos curling
We roll ‘em back down, no return addressing or name
Just addressed to “from whence you came”
This is tentacle to neck and pull an act gone wrong off stage
Erase the contact and wack the gong
I sing “on hold” music when you talk
It’s one level ruder than the palm
The next level remove you from his lawn
The level after that has got 'em moving back to mom’s, look
I ain’t really trying to sit around and chop it up
Chew the fat, chit chat, chinwag or pop junk
Talk about the weather like we never seen the hot sun
All that yappin’ I’m a fall back anonymous
I ain’t really trying to sit around and break bread
Dialog, small talk or share the same wave length
Talk about the weather like we never seen the rain wet
All that filler I’m a fall back and play dead
Opossum, dead 'til I say I’m not
No seance, I’m Frankenstein at the breaker box
It’s alive, the patron saint of the vacant lot
Table hopper, threw his phone away and Major Tom’d
Safety goggles on, bugs going splat, splat
Musta ate a half a dozen zagging through the acid jazz
Jackrabbit fast, lap any masher
It’s the dash of vanilla extract in the batter
Everything I do is counter to everything else I do
When in the purple haze making green from yellow and blue
Red moons festooned over choppy surf
Golden hour blowing kisses to the conifers
And everyone and mommy’s a photographer
Not taking photographs: the new taking photographs, watch and learn
I log the memory that mirrors my experience
The essence of the miracle is not material
90s graff, headphones on, no tunes playing
Mostly a deterrent for the two-faced soothsayin’
We know you really came to raid the tomb
Now you can’t even get the car and driver out the waiting room
I put so many hours into reaching the brink
It makes the party people be like “how is this even a thing?”
No real close encounters
I was probably busy running through the closest field of flowers, like
I ain’t really trying to sit around and chop it up
Chew the fat, chit chat, chinwag or pop junk
Talk about the weather like we never seen the hot sun
All that yappin’ I’m a fall back anonymous
I ain’t really trying to sit around and break bread
Dialog, small talk or share the same wave length
Talk about the weather like we never seen the rain wet
All that filler I’m a fall back and play dead
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