The Other
The other is waiting
the other is unknown
the other is scary
the other is alone
you’ve got luxury
you’ve got homes
the other is dying
on your phone
you’re convinced
it’s a trick of marketing
there’s a risk of
compassion going wanting
the other is guilty
the other we hate
the other we kill
with everything we think
What will we discover
about the other
what will it tell us
about ourselves
wrapped in chains
taken as a lover
we would do anything
to escape ourselves
smiling faces
blown up bodies
fast cars
and poverty
happy bosses
exploited workers
processed foods
and cancer wards
and
your love
It wasn’t supposed to
be like this we adjust
to what reality is
so far
we take in new
information and we talk
form these hypotheses
test them out
we laugh in their faces
ignoring their approaches
holding them to the spirit
of the law
evoking higher
powers in a song
staring them in the eyes
calmly telling them they are wrong
I’m Patient
I tipped the staff
paid for a cab
ate a snack and made
laundry money tonight
thinking of Scott
Miller’s suicide
how useful objects ignite
against a glittering past
I blew my check on goddesses
fainted on deck how a knock
up the head makes you introspective
as you’ve got some prospect
I give away all my books
I like to see them improve
lives of a few who really get you
oh, boy I’m patient
#gametheory
