Blows on the Horizon
(the arrggghh you meant)
my point of view, you’re really not feeling it
— that’ because you keep talking like casinos keep dealing it
but i am on fire with a stance you must countenance
— then maybe consider using just a few consonants
it’s not like you’re quiet, you keep answering back
— i can not deny it, we’re both on looped track
then there, stop a moment, while you’re feeling agreeable
admit that your counter points are really quite feeble
— so what if they are, just listen to yourself
— you’re an old dusty book no one reads from that shelf
so now you insult me, it’s all come to that
— doesn’t each word you throw strike down like a bat?
but i didn’t hate you, i was trying to connect.
— if words were a virus, you’d gladly infect
you used to be able to talk and to listen.
— that’s when winning for you was a bit less your mission
then surrender, good friend, and admit you were wrong
— i’ll admit that you’re ugly and your bias is strong
i’d ask you to step up, but we’re already outside
— that’s right mr. smart guy, pick your punch in which eye
i didn’t say i would fight you, just simmer it down
— too late, ami, you brow-beat me to ground.
ahhh, you’ve done it yourself, you could have agreed any time
— but agreeing with you is like swimming in slime
how did this happen, we were talking about cars?
— guess we sort it all out, when we’re booked behind bars!
(and then came the punch — the first blow — what they each highly dreaded, knew was ultimately coming, and secretly had lusted a long time to throw)