So Spiffy It Hurts

So Spiffy It Hurts


Spiffy, and mean,
A metal box filled with curdled cream,
Total dynasty in a world I’ve dreamed,
Everyone there knows what I mean.
So in touch I’m out of touch,
So insensitive I am sensitive again,
Around the world and back again,
Your parlour is my den.
Too loose to fit your ideals,
To lose it all and gain much more
I prize the gain to gain the prize,
Riddle the target with angerous might.
Smoking hot and cold as ice,
Like the robbing hood of heists
I’m Robin the Hooded
And you are just the prince of the john.
Trained to train trains not to crash,
I bring down the lights, the house, the laughs,
I am all you are not, and so I am me,
Totally understanding the ins and outs of the two-dimensional spotlight
(Shadow puppets are the best,
While shadowy puppeteers are the beast)
I control what you spend, love, and eat.



October 5th, 2009