The Fall Of Mr. Fifths - WHY?

Just another Sunday paddle boat ride

On a man made lake with another lady stranger

If I remain lost and die on a cross

At least I wasn’t born in a manger

I can sense somewhere right now I’m being prayed for

Seems like I always arrive on the same shore

From where my sails set maybe with one less lady than my vessel left with

Is that a threat?

Oh I’ve stayed scarce this last year yes, but be assured and unrest

I’m unavoidable like death this Christmas is this twisted?

Why be upset

I never said I didn’t have syphilis, miss listless

Hard like the bricks I pound my fists with

I mean she’s hard like the bricks that I pound with my fist

This is the fall of Mr. Fifths

Forged for the hordes and the ladies and lords

Set with fat chords in modern English

I know I know

There’s nothing more appealing

Than the sound of high heels

Down the marble tiled hallways of your district’s one allotted city-funded

Steiner school bilingual or montessori

Followed by a single high pitch scream followed by breaking glass

But could your anger be mapped into an interpretive dance

To a trip-hop track?

Could it be bowed out on strings?

Or strung into a pattern for a god’s eye to bring

To your alma mater’s holiday fundraiser boutique thing?

My god

Oh

God I’m sorry, I’m just being crazy

I’m sorry, I’m just being crazy, I know

Don’t pay attention to me okay?

Look at the fire

Everything’s totally fine

I feel a lot better now!