Get a Load of This Monster
written while listening to This Is Home by Cavetown. not all lines are mine.
get a load of this train wreck
he doesnβt know who he is yet
but little does he know the stars welcome him with open arms
and the stars glitter down at him
his frazzled hair
his empty head
his round pale chin
and if only it was square
heβs in a different place
the train swerves
and his hair shortens, his jaw straightens
time is slow
and his mind is slower
strangely
he feels at home in this
place
16.2.22
