But, You Get The Idea...

"But, You Get The Idea..."

 

Regurgitated whispers

Are leaving tongues with blisters

Subtle marks of Cain

For a truth laid slain by stones

Who can one truly trust

When trust is troublesome

A burden of loyalty

Too strong for weakened shoulders

For not everyone is Atlas

Or Samson for comparison

But oh well, what the hey

Draped in fleas with dogs I lay

But look at you and yours

Troubled graphs, in shattered frames

And growing with the list of names

Are the cases for which you're assigning blames

Yet who am I to give a shit?

Whether or not your tale's legit

You spin so many webs

My arachnaphobia's kicking in

And the foolish pride we're prone to feel

Is like a sharpened knife that's sticking in

Between the third and fourth rib

That allegedly made a woman long ago

In the pages of a dusty book

That I gave up reading for a decade plus

But enough of that holier-than-thou

It's not worth the sweat from my brow

Much like you and yours

At least from my perspective

You know, the one that you've long since collected

When you needed to vent

About your dramas so vast

That conversations poured onward

For hours they'd last

And my attention? Often waned

My patience? Often drained.

My body? Often pained.

Because in your life, you oft complained.

But that's your usual shit.

Mountains and mole hills.

Inferred arguments,

And hurled insults for thrills.

But the truth is, you only raise your voice

To those who are weak.

And not every time,

Some authority figure would speak.

'Cause you're not a rebel.

You're a fool with a story to sell.

And knack for playing a role

On both sides of the fence

Feigning concern for each party

Cloaked in your shrouded pretense

But when left without a defense

You stopped down to lying

In hopes to justify your trying

To do any fucking thing

Besides bragging about banalities

And testing all our sanities

Or hurling your profanities

And the few fools who once inflated your vanities

Ha aha ahahahaha aha hahahaha ahahahahaha haha

You are pathetic, aren't you?

At least I think you are.

I mean all that bragging and boasting

Has it gotten you very far?

I didn't think so.

I mean, don't get me wrong.

I once sang a similar song.

But that voice had gotten hoarse.

And that sorry shit had run its' course.

And in truth, it was about as real

As the gods of the Aztecs and the Norse.

But hey, let's not put the cart before the horse.

Or try to hide our eyes from the blinding force

Of a sobering reality.

'Cause this wasn't written to make you mad at me.

But honestly, as a hope that you

Would finally shut the fuck up already.

Could you do that for me?

Or for all of us maybe?

Thanks.

I appreciate it.

Well, not really.

But, you get the idea...