Critic's Darling: A Response
Yes, let's get this very real.
Minute pauses mistaken for a hot minute
my need-money misdiagnosed as art-counterfeit
and my blink-less stare you thought blinds permanent
were really just a wait for the right time to be heaven sent
so yeah, I took your paint-by-number declarations
your step-by-step mysticisms
and I stickered em
I smiley faced em
I tic-tac-toed em
hell, I dethroned em
cause I played it counter-intuitive
I've got too much love to give
and too much to say to get all festive
about you wanting me to wear your concrete fuck-all bib.
Instead I humored your grim locks into the jokes they always were
into the jokes you'll always prefer
the ones that pull the laughs 100 percent fer sure
the ones that without fail push you into that spastic fever
leaving you slapping your chair and gasping for air
too busy enjoying the distraction to wonder if there's any meaning under there
but I know you're hoping for something a bit more desperately bleak like:
you're still stuck saying clinking bones is speaking holy words
but those angels voices are really the cawing of the circling vultures
and I see you kneeling and grasping two cacti then slowly pawing your ears
begging an imaginary ocean to notice the sobbing of your drip-less tears
but I don't have time for that shit
I got atoms to split
lyrics to make explicit
and populous preferences to perfectly predict
cause I"m ready to start ironing the wrinkles out of my clothes
and keeping my beard shave real close
but I'll stay those creases in the barcode
and it'll be me who subverts their calculated under-toe
so while you're still analyzing the dust from my footsteps scorched earth policy
I'm skipping those ditches
and leapfrogging into constellations for future astronomy
see heat's got nothing on me
I got a jet-pack and tinted glasses
a post-modern icarus
stealing sunlight
bottling it up
and dropping it on the masses
bringing everyone to the place where the line between freedom and reality crashes
the one place where the hands on the clock won't pass us
our stage,
the place where no one can trash us.
Minute pauses mistaken for a hot minute
my need-money misdiagnosed as art-counterfeit
and my blink-less stare you thought blinds permanent
were really just a wait for the right time to be heaven sent
so yeah, I took your paint-by-number declarations
your step-by-step mysticisms
and I stickered em
I smiley faced em
I tic-tac-toed em
hell, I dethroned em
cause I played it counter-intuitive
I've got too much love to give
and too much to say to get all festive
about you wanting me to wear your concrete fuck-all bib.
Instead I humored your grim locks into the jokes they always were
into the jokes you'll always prefer
the ones that pull the laughs 100 percent fer sure
the ones that without fail push you into that spastic fever
leaving you slapping your chair and gasping for air
too busy enjoying the distraction to wonder if there's any meaning under there
but I know you're hoping for something a bit more desperately bleak like:
you're still stuck saying clinking bones is speaking holy words
but those angels voices are really the cawing of the circling vultures
and I see you kneeling and grasping two cacti then slowly pawing your ears
begging an imaginary ocean to notice the sobbing of your drip-less tears
but I don't have time for that shit
I got atoms to split
lyrics to make explicit
and populous preferences to perfectly predict
cause I"m ready to start ironing the wrinkles out of my clothes
and keeping my beard shave real close
but I'll stay those creases in the barcode
and it'll be me who subverts their calculated under-toe
so while you're still analyzing the dust from my footsteps scorched earth policy
I'm skipping those ditches
and leapfrogging into constellations for future astronomy
see heat's got nothing on me
I got a jet-pack and tinted glasses
a post-modern icarus
stealing sunlight
bottling it up
and dropping it on the masses
bringing everyone to the place where the line between freedom and reality crashes
the one place where the hands on the clock won't pass us
our stage,
the place where no one can trash us.