real ultimate power

lemon

every time you want the shit to hit the fan, it fails
you're left a broken man,
mistreated by the plan you though
would in the end prevail
the cake you baked your friends is stale
the golden plate you stole is brass
the cate you overran is live
and well
and scratched you
in the astral notion that the world is round,
your eyes are brown
and every frown launches a thunderstorm
that batters down
and tears apart>and you ask,
how can you really tell the color of a heart?
tell you what, incise in me a porthole
and feel free to dive right in
you start to crawl beneath my skin
the chin of yet another young girl quivers
hiding jealousy enough to make a person shiver
all she wants her scene to show
is something that she doesn't know
and so
i throw her down onto a copying maching
and reams and reams of replicated,
hollow dreams are littered
all around the earth
and birth
and death
and life itself are solved:
follow orders.
pay your taxes
to your habits and your altars
oh, but watch your step
to falter might incriminate your chances to succeed
in all the simple pleasures
tucked inside the air you breath
so try to get by
and i'll watch you from the side
and maybe hold you where you lie
and plant a kiss upon your brow
gear up
it's your turn now.