The
words are coming
And
when they do
You
best be ready
You
best be prepared
You
best be best
And
there’s no rest for the wicked
Or
at least I think that’s what I heard
When
I was listening through the keyhole
And
you were on your knees blowing
The
President of the World
Do
you remember being famous?
Or
better yet do you recall when you were infamous
And
graffiti dripped from your every pore
Like
an expensive beverage you can only drink
When
you’re already three sheets to the wind
The
words are on a bullet train to your brain
And
when they arrive I promise you’ll feel better
You
best be willing
You
best be chilling
“You
better you better you bet”
And
nothing is worth this unremitting humiliation
Not
even discovering your worst nightmare is really a dream come true
And
I’ll never forgive you for forgetting what I once meant to you
As
we both prayed to the same porcelain bowl and got nothing in return
The
words are coming and when they arrive we’ll both be shit out of luck
Charles Cicirella
7/30/16
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