May 14, 2010 02:34
Find
a
way,
To take
and make the
shit that people
say
your box office hit,
Roll in it,
Appreciate it,
Until
you become
like the dung beetle,
Eating,
Seeing,
only progress.
Because
one day,
We all look back
on what we've done
wrong,
The flip
of the spatula
that can no longer
hide
the asshole
underneath,
Mistakes
make us fragile,
make us
vulnerable,
yet they make
us
who
we
are,
Without
vulnerability,
without
injustice,
We're flawless,
infallible,
A charade,
A pantomime
of perfection.
Quote me
a singer
who doesn't recognize
imperfection
and I'll
quote you
a fairy tale
without moral fiber,
Get used to
the fact that
all you know
is wrong,
cliched,
a compass
without a needle,
without a need
to prescribe
the road
to righteousness,
Bring me
another,
Beer
to pursue
the only real
truth,
We're all alone
with ourselves,
the enemy
beneath
the enemy,
The rogue,
the pure,
the human.