Crawling Can Be Beautiful

I was a member of a succescful society.

there was a sucesfull someone inside of me

but then it turned around

and inside out and upside down.

they trapped an wrapped and packed

me shifty out of town.

crawling can be beautiful

it sure beats standing still

crawling on your hands and knees

takes self-control and skill.

can we declare, though scared,

this room to be a sovereign state

where citizens share skins

and sins and copulate.

'cause if we can I think we should

and shouldn't waste a breath.

a baby place is faced

with settling on baby steps.

people party here with me.

cause the party people's party

puts the fear in me.

let loose here with me.

cause suits suit suits

but the noose suits thee.

crawling can be beautiful

it sure beats standing still

crawling on your hands and knees

can be a show of will.

who here finds this world distracting?

who here finds this world a bore?

who here thinks we're all play acting

and that the show's piss poor?

I for one am dazzled,

I don't care if dazzled blind,

rapt, enraptured, captured

by every little thing I find.