HELLO AND I'M SORRY
A SALUTATION AND A FAREWELL
I DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME
THIS TIME NEW ROMAN IS GOING TO FLY FROM MY FINGERTIPS LIKE A PLAGUE OF MOTHS
THE HOLLOW BLACK LETTER SHELLS CRUNCHED INTO THE GROUND LIKE A SKIN OF A CICADA
THIS IS ALL THAT'S LEFT
AND YOU COULD DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH IT
KEEP IT TO YOURSELF OR LET IT SERVE AS A WARNING
THIS CITY IS DISGUSTING
A CORPSE OF WHAT IT USED TO BE
THE PEOPLE ARE FILTHY
GLUTTONOUS
RULED BY THE POWER EXCHANGE OF SEX FROM THE HANDS OF THE PROLETARIAT
TO THE BOURGEOISIE
THE TOPS OF THE SKYLINES WITH THE LACKLUSTERING ENTHUSIASM
THE GROUND LEVEL IS CAKED IN DIRT AND RUST AND GRIM AND THE PEOPLE WHO DWELL THERE
WAKE AND RUB THE FILMY LAYER OFF OF THEIR LUKEWARM EYES
THERE ARE SOME HERE I LOVE
SOME WHO FEAR ME
WISH I WAS DEAD
I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS
NO ONE ASKS FOR THIS
YOU'RE BORN INTO IT
YOU GROW UP OBLIVIOUS OF SHELTER AND ONE DAY THE EVIL REALITY IS AT THIS PLACE
HITS YOU SQUARE BETWEEN THE EYES
LIKE A PERFECTLY AIMED BULLET
IF THIS WERE A MOVIE
I WOULD RIDE OFF IN A BLOODRED SUNSET DOWN A STRETCH OF DESERT
INTO THE WASTELAND THAT KEEPS US CAPTIVE HERE
BUT THIS ISN'T A MOVIE
THESE ARE THE BADLANDS
