A hypocritic interview
Im not where I shall be
cut a holiday into two
for trepidant hips to see
Frantic songs and potatoes mesh
spread all over the table
my oh so sacred stash
without it Im all besides stable
A gasp for a dissonant breath
before you come and scream
I grasp while fighting my wrath
I wanna live instead of this dream
Ive wasted some energy
on hypocoristic ideals
they cant hear my atonal agony
on hyposonic tunes it reveals
I play hide and seek with words and letters
Fairies tell me a Mayfly Fable
Life gets worse and never better
will I ever find St. Able?