Lack of Attention
An incredible amount of gratitude I owe to this mighty congregation / With no views on the state of the nation, nor do they wish to hear of tribulations / If you dwell in them, a pull like powerful magnets attracting from all sides / Not too much one way or the other / Somewhere amidst the middle is where I’d like to lie / When the hours roll by like slow urban traffic, should I go on antibiotics or homeopathic? / And other such choices that aren’t too vital, yet we ponder them like a pet watching its master masturbate. / Believing in God or luck and fate, random chaos or divine intervention / Apologies for my lack of attention, it’s just diarrhea of the brain / Eyes shut, I blow out the flame.