UPON FURTHER REVIEW

The Ghost of Xmas Past
grips his impressive water cannon
and directs a great stream of piss
across time
into the 21st century
he still knows where
to find you
and his aim is true

the past is always present
in the present
your decadence a thread
running through your life

walled cities
with bearded men in robes
shimmer in the desert sun
you wake as from a dream
to find it was a dream
(or is a dream?)

all about 
the world is crumbling

oh
that's just you

but your mind
your mind
sharp as ever
maybe better 
and that's all you can afford
to give a shit about now

little things you forget
until it gets dangerously close
to the deadline
(forgot or subconsciously ignored?)
the little way you have
of creating drama
in a life now essentially
devoid of same

still
so many choices
your mind is racing 

you've acknowledged that
your only real objective
was to be happy
though it makes you feel guilty
to say it

and the only reason you're crying 
is because the world is crying

in reality you exist above it all
as ageless soul
pure essence
omnipotent
detached
as The Creator is detached
from his creation

now 
there are certain games
that once seemed crucial
to that rose-colored vision of happiness
you've suspended due to
the threat of storms

and anyway 
the guy only gets
the girl
in Hollywood






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