It's Not What You Think | jamesalangourley

It's Not What You Think

It’s not the fly on the wall
It’s not the creak in the hall
It’s not the money that just disappears
It’s not the sights and the sounds
Or the fox and the hounds
It’s not the coke, the smoke
The wine or the beers
It’s not September 11
It’s not Hell – It’s not Heaven
It’s not the things I always say but don’t do
It’s not Berkowictz, Bundy
Peter Pan, Solomon Grundy
What’s fucking me up is just
- You

It’s not the smell of the slaughter
The loss of their daughter
It’s not the empty fucking souls on TV
It’s not the love everlasting
Or the soap opera casting
It’s not the fact
They used to matter to me
Its not the kids on the street
With the world at their feet
And the gutter glancing over their shoulder
It’s not the fact that we’re dead
When we’re young and we’re bled
And all we ever do is get older

Bumping and grinding
Brain is unwinding
Some people say "push it"
Some people say "cool it"
Laughing and crying
Admitting - Denying
Some bite the hand
And some bite the bullet

Facade frustrated
Kool-Aid castrated
Some felt their conscience
And some masturbated
Eaten - Devoured
Sheltered and showered
Some grew to thorns
And some never flowered