Hello, don’t offer me the soured Nothings,
oh no, don’t start defending the filthy,
there’s a ring to a man doing little boy things,
there’s a sting in the shiftiness underlying…
Ergo, don’t bother with empty apologies,
hell no, don’t think you’ll get the luxury,
there’s an emphasis to all of this unhealthiness,
there’s a trumpeted sad truth quite clearly…
hello, it’s me – that glutton for your absurdity,
hell no, I can’t call you a man any more than I am,
there’s a truth to be told between you and me,
there’s a ghost to behold within its delivery.