TOPICAL GC: "Stick in the Mud"
Emergency Breakdown:
He won’t know which way to go now.
Holding on to his youth, he just don’t want to lose.
The truth is he’s already lost his loot, but acts aloof.
The living proof that we are what we choose, so who
we are has already been proved by that which we do.
Saying trite words he doesn’t even mean,
Flipping nightmares as childhood dreams
To an audience composed of mostly teens
Impossibly broke, but he keeps hoping he’s
gonna reach celebrity status & end up on t.v.
Staying still in a stasis of made up complacence.
Trying to be changing the moves that he’s making.
Only to prove that he’s vacant, jaded, and hating
his denial creating the infantile state that pains him.
The tragic hero wins, then so vain, begins his descent and fall
Stabbing heroine in his arms’ vein, while not noticing at all,
he is putting himself in harms way, blood drained & drawn.
mixing it again, injecting it right back in, before he nods off.
Frozen in Carbonite,
Close to the Afterlife,
This fuck-up is so fucked-up on that daily strife.
Sleeping on someone else’s couch every night.
Even the bed bugs just shrug off desires to bite,
don’t show no love to this real life stereotype.
He must lust for touch because he doesn’t get enough
Mr. Big Tough, All-American, Stick in the Mud.