05-03-2017, 06:51 PM
The Same Old Joke
Oh, this again? You never listen --
you're tone deaf. You're like a poem:
you shave away all the bits of yourself
you deem problematic, afraid to confront,
without your precious facsimile, reality,
and you think repetition
means the existence of leitmotifs, rather than your own
inescapable failure. How could you always be
so hungry? How could you continue to rhapsodize
about fantasies you've long since twisted
with your fatal dance? How could you still think
you're like Dante, like Goethe? You're no Gesamtkunstwerk --
you're not even Opera buffa. I hope a piano falls on you.
Oh, this again? You never listen --
you're tone deaf. You're like a poem:
you shave away all the bits of yourself
you deem problematic, afraid to confront,
without your precious facsimile, reality,
and you think repetition
means the existence of leitmotifs, rather than your own
inescapable failure. How could you always be
so hungry? How could you continue to rhapsodize
about fantasies you've long since twisted
with your fatal dance? How could you still think
you're like Dante, like Goethe? You're no Gesamtkunstwerk --
you're not even Opera buffa. I hope a piano falls on you.