Pish posh, pish posh
Shhhhhhhhhh ha! Shhhhhhh ha!
Pish posh, pish posh
Shhhhhhh ha! Shhhhhhh ha!
Don’t you know the cynical reason
Don’t you know it’s incompetence
Don’t you know that nothing’s possible
To get through a maze of thrilling pretense
Don’t you know that we’re all destined
To be men of crushing weight
Don’t you know that we’re just creatures
Who swim in cash and keep our state
I am not aware
Of any thing you’ll say
See they’ll build my house someday
With bricks of bone ash clay?
You say?
Pish posh, pish posh
Shhhhhhhhhh ha! Shhhhhhh ha!
Pish posh, pish posh
Shhhhhhh ha! Shhhhhhh ha!
Don’t you know though that you’re smart
But topics like this don’t pay the rent
Just perform a few incisions
All sewn up you’re pertinent
Don’t you know that there’re no answers
Don’t you know that it’s all lies
What you say’s against my word
And my consumers are satisfied
Everything’s unreal
I’m your Mephistopheles
A carnival for your freedom
You see forms behind the scenes?
You may know what it means?
Pish posh, pish posh
Shhhhhhhhhh ha! Shhhhhhh ha!
Pish posh, pish posh
Shhhhhhh ha! Shhhhhhh ha!
Spaces to fit like blocks of stone
Stuff to make you the man you think
Trappings of culture you're never alone
Don't you know--oh what's the use?
For all I did you haven't changed
Too invested in your illusions,
Sad but true, but harmless, deranged
I am passing you
I'll leave you your cracked dreams
I'm marching to the front
That's where you hear the screams?
See the pointy toothed gleams?
Pish posh, pish posh
Shhhhhhhhh, ha! Shhhhhhhh, ha!
Pish posh, pish posh
Shhhhhhhhh, ha! Shhhhhhhh...
2 comments:
slish slosh the glasses tinkle
a little myrrh and periwinkle
in the snuff box with the picture
of the empire's defeat.
As always I love your poem, Mike. Sometimes it seems as if all we can do is convey The Message in art.
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