the last thing i wrote

as I walk down the hall

I see the

swells and the dandies

do-goodin it up

the fakes pretendin to be

somethin they're not

the phonies pretendin to be

nothin at all

I see the heroes and the villains all

talkin bout girls and

slappin palms

I drink water from the fountain and

trip around

on some memory of

what I used to want

realization of who I am

and me not believin any of it

I talk to some truth tellers

but they throw around statistics 

like cold potatoes or plastic fruit

I leave them

when I turn the corner

she's got the tears

flooding out the red on her cheeks

eyes tell me I messed up

and nothing but my lips tell her I'm sorry

at the epicenter of this body ache

I feel my good-evil

the paycheck

tearing me apart

turning me into my father

a transformation so painful

the will whisperer inside

cries out against it

YOU HAVE SOLD YOUR SOUL!