there is a pressure to let the world dissolve you
that's what they call a solution
for your dignity, please fade
for your safety, like a sugar cube
stay sweet
brown or white
we don't care
my problems are as follows
I woke up to a sore throat a month ago
and cried for joy when I couldn't hit a high note
did I mention that I wept?
I can feel, I can laugh, I can cry
I can mean it
I can lie flat out and not keep my eyes open
because a magic bottle gave me a finish line
no genie tricks, only slow deals with ivory towers
she has to pick out a dress
sat on a train
smiling with her calves out in the daylight
they woke up this morning
and felt like a boy
tomorrow they get to pick again
she is softly smiling
at the woman in the mirror
in the first skirt she bought herself
he is going to marry the woman he loves
on stage they are a king and queen
and damn, why not at home too
I think I see it
the problem
what Alan Moore said
"So this is the toilet we flushed all those people down"