I wish I was a realist
I wish i knew what was what
which was was up and who was hot to trot
and who can't run.

I wish I knew
that I said what real and everything else was crap
I wish I saw shit everywhere
and could negelect struggles
and growth and persistence.

I wish I could call it as it is, my is, the big IS
not your is, a little is, a snakey sort of slithering is,
beneath contempt, beneath my feet
beneath F@%&#! up old planet earth
that dies a slow death
with every breath of a poxy little ape
so naked its lost its mirth

I wish
I could see nothing but black skies
fumbles, mis-cues
and ever other sad creatures pathetic mistakes.

It'd be so easy then,
bag the shit out of every player,
harp on about what is wrong
point my real finger
at everyone else's passion
and belittle belittle belittle
like a F@%&#! rat tied tail up to a maypole
and spun and spun and spun



oah get real!