Hey There Little Man

Poor little man a tourniquet in one hand a bottle of lather in the other bath in riches or die in chains Chores, like lifetimes stack up bores, like humans trap us Ignite an idea burn the torch at both ends but keep one dimmer balance the world by throwing it off Existence fertile living in the space between the earth and the turtle if that’s the in thing Stand More Proud Outside Sing aloud the songs you sing through a throat rasp a mighty gasp inflict a yawn predict a dawn Tip my hat to a strange man turn my gaze on a stranger one he’s no better than I so why does his extra skip gawk right back at me? Turbulence aerodynamic connection of a quasi “relationship” No way he knows me I’m better than he I’m better than most