As effortless as all you know
As inactive as a charm
This vessel's lowly stowaway is armed
Let the credits rave and let the critics roll
As the groom runs down the aisle
In a hail of bullets I just throw a towel
And write the bride out
A second life, a second hand
A view of space
With an elephant obstructing it
I'm splashing grays where once was glowing white
I hit the pavement in the sunlight
And I would beg the kids to just come outside and play
But I'd take the ball away
What is a sorry state when you can't believe your eyes
You'll gladly take as second prize
Oh, and there are prophecies you'll only prophesize
Over niceties and gin
And now you're asking, I don't know where to begin
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