Cheap Seats

When it comes to values and insight, we are not compatible.

The things you think are true, is my version of truth on sabbatical.

I spoke the ineffable, and their only concern was it not being not tactical.

Parker Brothers sold you a chess board and you thought that was real life.

Sticks of butter band together when confronted with the threat of a steal knife.

My company can be summed up as a terrifying honeymoon with an electric eel wife.

The same ones that shoot down my character, audition embarrassingly for my affection.

You name the career, from over bloated psychologist to those of a miliary selection.

I can see the invisible lasers, so I move freely past their falsehoods without detection.

The pros are coming to you in some of the most revealing and vicious triplets

Throwing salt over my back is only right coming from a line of superstitious misfits.

You handed over your moral authority to monster accompanied by the sound of crickets.

My piety is candy striped with observations that said to be sinister.

I'm married to the truth, no banquet hall, champagne, or paid minister.

I drew a picture of a green lady on your wall, but I didn't quite finish her.

Detractors are allowed to live of my abounding mercy, you can call it a sweet token.

Undermining my influence you seek is like calling me up to tell me my phone is broken.

Your late to the party, everything you are discovering now, are what my past aphorisms were soaked in.

Your ticket is ripped, so watch the show in silence and do not heckle.

Despite the offense you feel at my hands, you know I am worth every shekel.

When I communicate with power, it is felt in every hair, wrinkle, pore, and freckle.