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a new standard for living
it's just that bitter little pill
i can't bring myself to swallow every night
its the sound of ambulances passing by so often
to pickup the dead hostages
its the need for something caffeine-free
so my flesh can sleep once more
its the rain that falls on all my plans
makes all my time a waste
a fair calm in this travesty
is too much to muster
at this hour
and my fingernails are stained again
i've been digging through
these epistles and formalities
they placed before me
searching for the avant-garde cure
you could call it medicine
its evident
this condescends
me to the reverance
of most circumstances
others must encounter
well you take your medicine
inoculated with the vaccine
pretend to feel at home again
pretend to let the sunshine in
and consummate your love with it
can you call this progress?
your certificate for pocket priveleges
and counterparts for living happily
well i won't throw down dollar bills
for a new disease
to cover up the old one
i never created
my mortgage is overdue
and the furniture's all bruised
with pockmarks i built into it
employed by my ambition
to feel self-sufficient
the nakedness of my trust
disgusts me
i am just incompetent
and all my bliss has been used up
sucked out by the sycophants
who flattered me with fashioned speech
but they can never take my conscious
will to lead a life of strife
i'll always belong to
the house of bitter conflict
capriciously conceiving
a new standard for living
