you can't be afraid of it, you gotta work for it - dig around through the bushes - in the scrub
let your hands scratch & bleed knock a yew over dig through the brambles under leaves swash through the mud find a flat rock lift it up drop it find another dig dig dig bend your nails back - reach under & pull the big one up find that little truth under there
grab it behind the neck just so it don't bite you - watch it's teeth! hold it up for everyone to see against the gore that are now your arms - say �see this is truth ain't it cute ain't it vile ain't it what you never expected to see�
SHOW IT
SAY IT
well
be Dramatic and entertaining & a quarter should believe you � your jobs done now, you can go home now
"Good sooth sayer, here's ya dinner"
let truth go scampering back to its rock, go home, fuck your partner - feel good about yourself
Oh. so you wanna convince the rest. it's impossible - a quarter of the population never listen to anyone but themselves
you wanna try. then hold onto that truth - walk it over to their table hold it in front of their face
snap it's neck so they can hear the crack if your lucky a bone will stick out don't worry, truth doesn't die
stick little truth on their table flip it on it's back - right on their menu take their spoon slice it from neck to groin straight down the dorsal - take their fork right out of their mouth - grab another from the next table
split it's ribs open with a - thwack! thwack! slam the teeth of the forks into the table pinning it's skin wide open
reach in
dig around
toss the spleen in the ashtray drop it's liver in their coffee ignore the intestines stuck on your ring ignore the smell crack the skull dip your finger in & taste the fluid on the flat of your tongue
shock value boys and girls, it's all about shock value
reach back in the chest cavity grab a whole handful pull it out hold it up hold it up high let the yellow lipid drip down your arm if a lung falls down your shirt sleeve - leave it - keep holding little guts up high to see
let everyone see the marrow
say "See what I mean? Now you know what I am talking about!"
you might convince some more. you probably won't.
so take those guts, pull that lung from your sleeve - stick it all back in
wrap it in a napkin
stick little truth in the coat pocket of one of those fucks sitting in the back.
ignoring you
go home
never be satisfied
obsess like a two day dry junkie lookin to score - obsess how to convince the whole room
grow old & bitter - drink a lot & die alone
die
but right before you do - chuckle at how pissed truth must have been when it woke up in the pocket of the fuck on the car ride home.