The Ass of a Rose (Among Other Things)
A house is just a building
It’ll never feel like home
So I roam landscapes of dreams
Making my escape from being alone.
They’re always keeping time
Emphasizing punctuality
Well it’s not my formality
I consider it not my prime.
Layers of dust on a girl’s cheek
I’m meek but not weak and
You can have that in writing.
Don’t spare me, be merciless
Cuz’ at the end of the day
You’re making your name
Look and smell like trash
That gets buried in the earth
For everyone to fear
As global warming makes
Them squirm, but I know
You’re just a myth, a lie.
Try to protect yourself
As you gently decompose
Smell like the ass of a rose
A fake scent, stiff as cement
And as false and my gran’s teeth.
So kick, punch, tear me
But all the while you do
I can see right through you
You’re as vulnerable as me
Sick and twisted you may be
But that’s hardly problematic
As that’s the way it’s always been.
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