THE TEAL:
Humanity will always be a mixed signal,
and art is mental illness with a better business plan.
But still, these wings are the weirdest of miracles.
Yes, these wings are the weirdest of miracles.
The low-key diva sneaks his way
back into the scene’s diseased and bleeding stream:
“Come on, kids, gather ‘round! My band is a laptop!”
I open my mouth up to sing, I’m in college again!
From a distance, I’m right as rain,
saying things like, “If not for my mom, I wouldn‘t be here
(and now I can mean that BOTH ways).”
But from this angle, I am the bush league —
visions of turnstiles are all that my future can handle.
As every bar’s boastfully soberest pinball apologist,
every book is a Bildungsroman.
Every thought becomes,
“Now what did Cardi B do except make all the money?
I guess that Noname will remain so.
I guess that Simz is staying Little
until they can get this Vain Train to finally stop a-chuggin’.”
KIDS:
😴
THE TEAL:
Bent on staying relevant for however long it matters
to the salaried directors of the hippest Christmas flyers;
“hey, look — your face was finally featured!” 😳
Legacy! Legacy! Life’s meanest of mirrors.
Humanity will always be a mixed signal,
and art is mental illness with a better business plan.
But still, these wings are the weirdest of miracles.
Yes, these wings are the weirdest of miracles.
I love my job, yet still complain …
what a terribly American way.
Those 46,000 “likes”
may turn out to be your grandchildren’s only birthrights.
At least now I’m able to mold your emotions
with added grace and style.
Sexism still sells,
and I supply miles of bile to you with a smile —
hell, there may even still be
some bitches in your future!
Either way, there you are stupidly scrolling
through ghosts of Craigslist posts,
‘cause this global village is the optimal corner
for panhandlers a little bit richer.
But I like this beast at the borderline,
so World, maintain your breaking axis
until I make you understand
with countless prehistoric musings
and two slowly withering hands.
Humanity will always be a mixed signal,
and art is mental illness with a better business plan.
But still, these wings are the weirdest of miracles.
Yes, these wings are the weirdest of miracles.
All these wannabe savants
sounding high on potenuse after downing “I’m an artist” juice.
If I die tomorrow, at least I’ll have stayed interesting
(in my own private idea of whatever relevance means).
Though Metacritic is unlikely to see me —
let alone grant me anything higher than “80” —
hey, man, keep everything, every trace you can!
Small victories are all that we have.
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