Covered in shit
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for hours every day shit drips off the
tv screen like wax from a candle with lies,
betrayals and questions of paternity,
Maury, Jerry Springer, and Maury again
surrounded by Divorce Court, Peoples Court, Judge Larry
and Judge Judy, all seeking Texas justice to paint stupidity
into daytime realities,
I want to believe that this isn't the crap of the
people, that it isn't what we'd choose to see
or talk about or give meaning to, but I know
it's the truth of us, piping catastrophe into our
lives to gasp at the outrageous others, not like
us
but I get a sinking feeling in my gut and I know
it is the truth, not noble or classy or filled with
good intent, just the underlying need to know
someone else is getting shit on too and that the common
bond of life isn't our goodness or compassion or hope
for the future, it's simply the need to share our collective
pain, shame, and impotence,
the cheesiness of boobs for Jerry beads and gay fat
men slap fighting over faggot infidelity can only fill
so many shoes till it's spill-over--like overflowing shit in
a stopped up toilet ignored in a crack house of crack-heads,
it stinks, you hate it, but you walk through it for that next
hit, always the next hit,
now we're covered in it, shit from head to toe, the utter
ugliness of our low-breeding.
J. Masuda © 2005
tv screen like wax from a candle with lies,
betrayals and questions of paternity,
Maury, Jerry Springer, and Maury again
surrounded by Divorce Court, Peoples Court, Judge Larry
and Judge Judy, all seeking Texas justice to paint stupidity
into daytime realities,
I want to believe that this isn't the crap of the
people, that it isn't what we'd choose to see
or talk about or give meaning to, but I know
it's the truth of us, piping catastrophe into our
lives to gasp at the outrageous others, not like
us
but I get a sinking feeling in my gut and I know
it is the truth, not noble or classy or filled with
good intent, just the underlying need to know
someone else is getting shit on too and that the common
bond of life isn't our goodness or compassion or hope
for the future, it's simply the need to share our collective
pain, shame, and impotence,
the cheesiness of boobs for Jerry beads and gay fat
men slap fighting over faggot infidelity can only fill
so many shoes till it's spill-over--like overflowing shit in
a stopped up toilet ignored in a crack house of crack-heads,
it stinks, you hate it, but you walk through it for that next
hit, always the next hit,
now we're covered in it, shit from head to toe, the utter
ugliness of our low-breeding.
J. Masuda © 2005
Good work Captain Video
