Forgot my birthday this morning
so I went to sleep and remembered
the day I was born.
Saw a savior selling trinkets
severed fragments of dinosaur bone
to the feeble and fresh
their mouths and pockets open wide
for the stealing of history
was in this weeks circular.
Met a slayer down in VA
with two boots that tapped on steel
said he's headed to a concert
he had forgotten how to feel
Like a psychic reading the past
out of a plain paged paperback
or some slack-jawed teen on ambien
trying her hardest to read the map.
It's all figured
nothing's shocking
until the decapitation show
but that comes later
behind the alley of life
where the devil makes it known
that a strategy and a plan
are really just a myth
for the firehoue will burn
if there's a match to spark it with
it's far too often we see that surprised look
on the tornado mothers face
but her baby is just a miracle not a martyr
they found it sleeping in the woods.
Reaching the point of daydream
and I've no interest in the return
I made a profit off my brain cells
and there's nothing left to learn...
