E Numbers - Dananananaykroyd

Another stain, wipes, over the face

Of an entire, clutch, of reasonable guys

I flip a coin, seems, the luck has run out

It’s 2:40 and the clocks are wrong

Another stain, matched, by the reward

Another work, made, to show off the pose

Another way, stop, and show some respect

For those trying and abandoning

I want something that, something that I can’t see

Through the prism of stigmatism

With a white lie, the shrinking of its structure

Feed the kids, the E numbers

Feed the kids, the newscasters

Where do our tantrums go

Where do our tantrums go

She seemed to know how twisted is this

My back is ricked, spiked, down to the spine

Lie flat on floors, with vertebrae down

Pitch perfect like a slamming door

But when it comes I’ll be prepared

This off course rain jostling down

Blaming the mind, or, anything close

You can’t put it on forgetfulness, so

I want something that, something that I can’t see

Through the prism of stigmatism

With a white lie, the shrinking of its structure

Feed the kids, the E numbers

Feed the kids, the newscasters

Where do our tantrums go

Where do our tantrums go

Where do our tantrums go

Where do our tantrums go

Zoom out at speeds with sharp intakes of breath

Heads spinning up in the corners

Closer than it even began

I want something that, something that I can’t see

Through the prism of stigmatism

With a white lie, the shrinking of its structure

Feed the kids, the E numbers

Feed the kids, the newscasters

Where do our tantrums go

Where do our tantrums go

Where do our tantrums go

Where do our tantrums go