The lobster bucket

I can tell 

You 

What you want to 

Hear 

Or I can tell

You what you 

Don’t 

And I know what 

It is 

that you’ll choose

And I know what 

You’ll choose to hear 

Whichever way

I put the words

Because

Everyone 

Is to blame

And Everyone 

Is blameless 

These things 

Don’t happen by

Accident 

And they don’t happen 

On purpose 

Either 

An accidental 

Purpose 

Or a purposeful accident 

 

We slither 

And slide 

Through the sewers 

Of our lives 

And we pray

Because we are 

Hunters 

And we are preyed upon

Because we are

Hunted

And we scurry 

And we focus our beady

Eyes 

Upon the goal ahead 

Whatever it may be

And we don’t lose 

As we claw 

Our way out of 

our 

Bucket 

And at least 

If we don’t 

We make sure 

Those 

ahead of us

Don’t win

 

You see 

This life

Is beautifully simple

 

In the elegance 

Of it’s debauchery 

Through the sins 

Of our ancestors 

We’ve developed 

A delicate palate 

Once we spit out 

The bones 

Of our 

Fathers 

◄ Morning has broken

And now she sleeps ►

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