Talk

The draw of a well-oiled machine
Manipulation goes both ways
Run upstairs chasing the correct puzzle piece
Cogs creak to life

Mutual excitement,
false confidence

Sighing fathers ruin progress

Forever fears confirmed.

Nobody's buying it
Even emotions are invalid
Inflating, glorifying
always the hero

New audience enjoys playing therapist
Patient finds new chance to impress
Misplaced pride, misplaced anger
Is this the same as being friends?

The Method
Say what he wants to hear
He will feel understood
like never before

The idea of Progress.
The idea of Understanding what others don't.
Fairness does not come into play
He already has a homeboy

Does the street go two ways?
On one side there is a padded cell blocking the path
And a "Boy's Room"
He only thinks - but maybe not.

Bored of empty threats
Picture the bumble bee so it does not come to life

Pick on someone your own size.
You have no wool to pull over our eyes.

I listen to pointy fingernails, fat men and balding heads
Watch shaking hands
Observe self-destruction
and see grafitti on the heart