DRAFT - Rock Lobster, Ode to Ignorance

this fool with his drool baby drip spewing bull nobody asked for it no one here for it (hands over ears for it) so exhausted tired fuming, the mediocre mosh pit, little boys with ties tongued to the language of men, women know, have always known, how to speak it, boys do not know, the tongues of women never learned how to learn the world was already theirs, left soft, for the taking was too easy now they sit with bibs eating sea roaches calling it haute cuisine, buttered-up shellfish on a baby bib when half the world is allergic still, anaphylactic we sit, drooling from it waiting for their desolate epiphanies