Everybody’s got their own opinion of
How it’s all coming down
So maybe I’ll tell you this because
You pretend that you’re pretending
To care with that
Sub-liminal smile that
You smile

So what
Feed them soon because
They won’t stop barking and
Every animal deserves a last meal before
We par-take in our last laugh here with
The static of our teleprompter behind

Dys-functional family minds
They tell you to quiet down your thoughts before
The police trample into our humble a-bode
It’s not like they need our surface space to
Keep cleaner air before gasping

It’s up to me says the paper because
We all know you’re passive aggravated and
My fool-ish holiday gift of a fountain pen talks for
You like no other day than this

Maybe It’s fun because we’re accustomed
With quilted comfort and empty regard
There isn’t much to offer but our watching e-yes
So lend me your teeth cause there
Isn’t much left before

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