beat, pulse, dance, beat,
waver.
they asked us to be something strange.
we said
FUCK YES!
they asked us to be something we're not.
FUCK YES?
they made us do something we never
ever wanted to do.
they asked us to do things contrary to our nature
and we fell apart
began dividing
created art
and said we'll never be that,
but here we are.
a few more dollars, another piece of heart.
another job
where we forget who we really are.
another bill,
another check.
anything to get more
beat, dance, pulse, beat
and waver when
we'd give a thousand bucks just to have her.
beat, dance, pulse, beat
in a very odd
feudalistic manner.
My farts are more artsy than this.