Tea Time Tibbons

Why don't you sit and entertain yourselves

While I lay it down on you

When a day comes to make itself

It knows to die before it makes it's prime

All this bullshit I can't understand

Why would you fake your phobia

You won't prescribe me my smile anymore

"I fought in a fucking war"

He would scream bitterly

As if the age hadn't affected him at all

It's the nay of victory

Had given him the blindness

To all things contrast to focus

A continuous drown of all

Deafly loud enough to scoff at

His years now have to tiptoe around him

He still cowers

To tibbons

Somewhere in there may be will to remember

We'll see you next week

A new addition to your old one

Don't you fucking dare

My memories keep me company