Nancy

Lost in a miasma of goodness
submerged in your
self-help
self-hurt
self indulgent cosmic hype

So help yourself, take a bite
from that eye expanding knoweldge tree
I ain't no serpent

But that's not what you want
You don't pray for sight
with your illumination gesticulation
Just go'in thru the workout baby

You talk about the passion
but only in a fashion
that makes it
cheap and impotent

Talk it with intensity
to you it's just a mystery
played out upon the altar
you wear it like a garter
in this sad burlesque

You say we've never met
Words thrown but a few
You think I do not Know you
but I can see right through

I've known you all my life, you fuck
And I can see right through
Yes I can see right through

copyright thomas ewing 2007