Golden Birds Portrait Of The Pedophile As A Young Man
Don't doubt it Christ was a hottie
Wanted to take all of us home with him
My uncle went to Nepal
He was a sculptor
With time on his hands all elegant and slim
He was a looker and you knew he knew it
Always selecting with care
He came back with a flower
She moved without making a sound that wasn't delicate & rare
My buddy's at it again
Another woman
With time on her hands
With Saturday plans and a week's lifespan
I don't understand
How he can stare straight ahead
When I know he knows who's winning
Just as well as I
Well I'll be my own man
I will look up at night
I will still see the sky
Brothers we're frozen in place
Third millennium icemen yeah
Subject to the whims of a glacier
Where every word you want to say
Is fighting centuries of pressure for air
We walk through town
Clutching our backs
Hunching beneath stacks and stacks of biomass
And you can turn the TV off
And it'll waft under the door
No Virginia it isn't the machines you should be looking for
And if you are what you eat
It's only because you eat what you are
It's all mirrors on the wall
No wishes on a star
And if you are what you eat
It's only because you eat what you are
Or what you think you are
(So think small)
No I'm not ashamed