give em all you got

wanna take my place? please. take a seat. youre sitting on a salt lick. its fine if you dont mind the fashionings of the frugal. its a piece of crap, but its mine. mostly made by a mob of milkmaids. really mothering. for the most part. but even milkmaids can sometimes be monstrous. they dont feel indebted to any sort of deity so they just do what they want. sometimes with impunity and other times, a soft touch. i like both sides of them. they keep me on my toes when i want to take a nap. lovely listeners but quick to slap you with scepter if you try to climb too high. theyll stick a sock in the drain so you cant dive for the crown. or drown. you just cant act all weird and helpless. theyll hurt you. you cant be all serious and too committed either. that counts as a crime. still wanna take my place? im pretty simple so you have to like stupid. or so they say. i want for little cause i know too much about too much. and you gotta be greedy. theyre greedy. they’re always like, “gimme your ghost!” and im like, “no!” not now. you can give em all you got. you probably will. most people would. youre most people. not like you had a say in matter. just like i had no say in mine. wanna sit on my salt lick? you just have to trade your robes for tons of tank tops and be okay with microwaved meals. you have to be okay with mothering murderers and talks of way too much television. you have to be on time even if you cant afford a radio alarm clock. and you have to know how to smile and nod even when theres an inferno of desire wanting to soak everyones soul with buckets of your own sweat. still, try to be sweet. maybe dont listen too much. but you will. thats why we’re dying different deaths. and living in different luxury. i could do this all day. if werent already dead.

★ thank you Franco and Amanda at Scuzzbucket for publishing me