Food For Senseless Thought

Slap wrist theory Can you hear me Because I can’t see you You better believe this is true Brandy was actually a fine boy And “ohh Mandy” wasn’t needed at all “Maggie May” never did wake up But “Oh Sandy” she did, and at the moment she’s Stranded at the cemetery My girl likes to think all the time I bet you think this poem is about you Diamond rings and gold trinkets All that which is not gold is gone Before dawn And its early rising Fire in the sky And dead men on the ground Earth’s soil is decomposed human flesh And manure is food for the taking Swallow your pride Choke on your shallow depth It’s fun Because it’s something new It’s new because you forgot about it Logic is nonsense And your thought’s not even worth a penny Doubt your reality And bathe in your stupidity Breathing in delusions Have a compulsion to tell the truth While dreaming of lies So now you know Tell me with a straight face that you can let it all go