spent

gliding gracefully into the gallows
slyly stumbling into singled out shallows
we emerge, sweating, gasping for air
we blush, turn away, trying not to stare
as others pop up, like waves in the sea
as salt crash and corrode what used to be.
you keep 'moving forward' by stomping in the sand
never knowing you're boring, never knowing you're bland
cause absolute power corrupts, absolutely
and though the day is green, this is no time for dookie
don't be a nimrod when you're up to shenanigans
the sun burns through and through, the lights are on again.
we've opened shop, to embrace the lonely
too bad i'm broke, lost, and comely
maybe it's better that things went this way
maybe i should stop saying 'good day'
then again, there's power in saying NO
(plus i really don't wanna share my b l o w)
so for now, i'll keep chugging, until the day is spent
then wake up too late to do it all again