Feint Praise

I heap on feint praise

That's never getting stronger

No matter how much shit I throw

For it is flawed and dangerous

Hollow ringing in my ears

And the bitter aftertaste, like rust

Yeah, I make the nice, and sidestep

Anything to dance around a fight

I need to say it aloud

That life is short

And days filled with rictus smiles

Are wasted, and bring dishonor

On this house

You must never squeeze the teabag

Leave it alone

What did it ever do to you?

Trying to be

All things to all men

You end up being none

So no more hand-wringing

No more anything for an easy life

Call it when I see wrong

So when I am done and wheezing

On my last bed

I won't wish I'd done something

Else instead