Carl Hauck
Wharton's Last Nerve
Doorbell gamesThey aren't the sameWhen you're decades old and countingForever floundering inDietary strainsAnd more of the same thingsSo raise the stakesMy dear old friendsAnd place a bounty on your namesLet's be deviants once againCastle waste and stolen plates, fish filet and pulsing raysDid I tell you I'm afraid the scarecrow got arrested?Did you sleep last nightWith that thought?Dirty bomb on throwing ground, viewers in the dugoutWalk away, walk away, and keep a cork in your mouthDid you see the headlineAll awash in thick wine?Curly hair on parchment glued to lampposts in the squareSerif-laced and glossy-faced, its sullen figure staresSays, have you seen this man?Says, if you've seen this manReport himSongtexteIt's all about what he deserves, so let's exploit his last nerveWe'll play the soundtrack of our drives from back when we were wondering whyWe each felt the way we didDo we even know that now?Three Chinese mortars, a safe cure for boredomUntil the trajectory failedWere we serious and/or delirious?A good story's far better than healthOh, dear Lord, forgive meFor I know what I doI've studied my actions and thoughts through and throughSomeday we may rot, someday we may burn, but we'll still be laughing
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