The man in the patch jacket made a call
Kept on telling me “No, that’s not it at all.”
An unending Prufrock
Sent me home with tabloids and shock jocks
How am I supposed to take this when my mood hits its last stock?
Life is just doing things you hate or don’t rate to the Cape of “as of lates”
Maybe I should spend some time re-treking courses
Maybe I should hit the saddle to the west on pale horses
Maybe I should listen to walls when they tell me things end
Did you really think that we’d stay friends?
Sit in science to study the star’s astrology
I hear your Virgin’s candor is of high quality.
Then why’s a guy gotta sit in silence while in your cluttered commute?
Ignore ignoramus hospitality in hospitals.
What happened in the cut didn’t happen at all
And all I can see is the man in that jacket
Slapping on his knee making a racket
Waiting for me to fall.