The Fall Of Mr. Fifths

just another sunday paddleboat ride

on a man made lake with another lady stranger

if i remain lost and die on a cross

at least i wasn't born in a manger

i can sense somewhere right now i'm being prayed for

seems like i always arrive on the same shore

from where my sails set maybe with one less lady

than my vessel left with, is that a threat

oh i've stayed scarce this last year yes

but be assured in unrest

i'm unavoidable like death this christmas

is this twisted why be upset

i never said i didn't have syphillis miss listless

hard like the bricks i pound my fists with

i mean she's hard like the bricks that i pound with my fists

this is the fall of mr fifths

forged for the hordes

and the ladies and lords

set with fat chords in modern english

i know, i know

there's nothing more appealing

than the sound of high heels

down the marble tile hallways

of your distict's one allotted

city funded steiner school bilingual

or montessori followed by

a single high pitched scream

followed by breaking glass

but could your anger be mapped

into an interpretive dance

to a trip hop track

could it be bowed out on strings

or strung into a pattern

for a god's eye to bring to

your alma mater's holiday fundraiser boutique thing

god i'm sorry, i'm just being crazy. i'm sorry. i'm just being crazy, i know. i'm gonna take you know, kay? you're fine. everything's totally fine. feel a lot better now.