Dancing Crippled

Insects look like birds from my horizon
And break-lights like inevitable accidents
Bumper to bumper destruction in this enhanced, rear-view vision

Waiting for life to pound you out of me
Years of pushing, expelling, watching it, like a slow, bloody birthing delivery
Indestructible chord of continually regarding you
Lost in your silent chaos

Its all a game
Circumstance you deal your winning hand
You still don't stand a chance in breaking me
Fellows' deficient romance they come and go yet have no effect on me
Dropping money left and right
Empty all I have on worn, exiled passage nuisance
Blue collar well traveled vagrant princess
She has no talent at all
Only the art of spotting the genius, Jesus among the multitude, like a child

Laugh along with the Celestial Jokesmith
He's the funniest Being I ever wrestled
Walk away limping and crippled
I thought the paralyzed were supposed to be dancing?
A giggle before the howling laughter
Shimmy in this murkiness