Iodine and Assholes
Gently walking, just thinking of things with no haste
I round the corner to the shoppe there and stop
Feeling a rush in my belly my hand slides down to it slowly
between my fingers I see the bloody red flow of my life
Looking up as I fall to a knee I notice that my ears no longer hear
and a fuzzy hazy dreamlike state comes over my eyes
In the window of the store is a sign, help wanted
I reach with that bloody hand and pull myself over to the bricks
leaning on the wall I sit in wonder that perhaps that was my destiny
Perhaps, just walking only meandering in my own little meaningless world
that I would find the job of my dreams…
As the world is obliterated from my mind and the buzz
of my heart dies I think…
Fuck it, I'd be selling iodine to assholes