The Dirt

Loaded, you'll eulogize before you will preach

Rubbing your filthy hands on my speech

My hedonistic sugar-white beach

And the grievance that I breed

If I fill you with fiction that won't hurt

Will you eat up my words with the dirt?

Outside in my inept hands or my active eyes

I'll use the oxygen in this room

To call everyone I know and unhinge

Disrupt neutrality

You'll deliver a fable I could live

And I'll throw it off the nearest cliff

Long since I was as empty as a young child

Hope lying in prospect

I wasted my boredom hastily

In the basement brimming with nothing great

I'm a basement brimming with nothing great