Self Fiasco

Self Fiasco
By Johnny-Ray

I’m in a rut
A thousand bucks
Safely tucked
In a keep safe
Lady luck
Wont give a fuck
If your vice gripped eyes
Were an earache

Life is all but a dream
And the sandman wants to make you scream
And your praying “God let anything
Disrupt this array of things gone out of hand”
I’m eating your life out of a can
And it tastes as if the marching band
On the tip your teeth
is trapped under the lies beneath
Like the hostess with the light lips
Feeling like she gives a shit
And my best caress
Lies way down
Secreted in that dress
For the few, it’s Karma curfew
And speaking of you,
You left a promising life of which your mama sang
It’s true, it’s all we do
Just obey the talking truth
With nothing to dispute
For the few it’s Karma curfew
I’m thinking it through
With each day lived in fantasy
Is one more notch crossed off for me
It’s true, there’s nothing to prove
And less to look forward to
Insatiably crude
have you all a clue?
To conclude, it’s Karma curfew
I’m lying to you
What’s worse is you cant see
Examine the photography
It’s true, it’s all that we’ll doI give up my truth
With nothing to disputeI’m ready to lose everything