In the wings like an understudy
When his master’s having trouble singing
Door after door like we’re doing dingers
Or trying to get endorsed, vote me for winner
Warm indoors but colder outside than icy December nighttime New York
Disturbed your dinner when we came in, food on the fork
You were about to run out, first resort, that much was plain
Expected visit, no invitation, because you didn’t ask me to expound
Health Inspector rep, have rats, so they hate to see me coming ’round
No explanation needed be found
Keys to kingdoms, keys and pounds
I pulled the last remaining chair out and sat my ass down
Chicken kiev, mash in a mound like dreams of where a UFO’s coming down
Sauce parsley, sourced from behind the garden shed
Heard you yell out when you saw me, heard by all Barnsley
Knew that you were gonna get it, our intention was harmful
You yellow bastards almost fell out your chairs
Like recalcitrant, thrice-warned students swinging, two feet in the air.
You picked the wrong man to fall out with over shares
Famed for callousness
Nice guy but try me I get gallas
I can make a molehill into the size preferred in Dallas
Uncomfortable silence
Like a new guest overshared, chose violence and drank nine
Internally ironing out their lies, waiting for me to surmise why
It all comes back to me; magnet awaiting the arrival of iron filings;
Me plus nobodies tripping, sure as shit like shit around flies.
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