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Mike Ciul - I'm Not Me
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I'm not me
Can't seem to find the energy
To differentiate a personality
And thus,
I'm not me
A composite husk
Some directionless dust
Cast in your image
Cliche components
Embedded in my visage
A human follower
Not constructing apart
I don't pull from a vacuum
And create wholly unrecognizable art
Maybe it's because...
I'm not me
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There you go again so shameless
Complaining about being famous
Don't worry, the pain's as short as a shot from the nurse
I foresee your destiny
Soon the law of gravity
Will kick your stratospheric trajectory in reverse
It's a long way to the bottom
But you'll make it, I know you will
It's a quick way to the bottom
So take it, you've had your fill
I know you're under duress
Over your own success
Congratulations and adulation leave you hurting
Look on the bright side, guy
Even birds don't perpetually fly
Tomorrow's high tide will relieve you of your burden
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Sound radiates and irritates
All within proximity
Sound radiates and irritates
With no sense of civility
God give me earlids
So I can have a choice
God give me earlids
So I can block out your voice
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You want someone who is dancing and crying
Crying and dancing, the essence of romancing
But I just can't seem to do it
When I'm dancing, I'm not crying
When I'm crying, I'm not dancing
And it's not for a lack of trying
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Red pandas in the blue hour
Spooning deep into the coze
Reveling in the comfort
Hallowed and ballyhooed
Do I like this? Yes! It is good!
Mammals are we, intrinsically
My fellow, my fellow bedfellow,
Cozing deep into the spoon
Reveling in the comfort
We have known it, and it is good
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I'm putting my limbs in the recycling bin
My head in the lost and found
Became a torso donor so I could find a new owner
Torso transplants are the hot thing now
What does that leave me left with?
Nothing but the best bit
Intangibly floating free
No limits, no clipping
Slide through the wall
Now all walls are transparent
Float in the void
Outside the aquarium
Go on, go on,
Roll on through
Enter any window-wall you choose
No clipping
No clipping
No clipping
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Delve into microfiche, exhume the vendettas
Breathe new life into grueling dueling narratives
Unforgive, unforget, unsettle the score
Unforgiver, unforgetter, bygones be reborn
Old weapons, new weapons,
Polemic pandemic, culture war
Obfuscate, legitimize, normalize through rebranding, bygones be reborn
Progress is not a given, history never ends
Regression is an option, history portends
Working on your spite moves,
Jumping into the fryer to prove you’re not chicken
Long for yesteryore, the kings and wars,
The mu'minīn and the kafir,
The chosen and the goy,
The saved and the heathens
Authoritarian echoes in triple parentheses
Denial of intent might have been believable, once
Coincidence detector detects your modus, own this
Identitarians soapboxing poison in the plaza, unforgive more
Pissing on the procession like its their profession, unsettling the score
Macroaggression in the comments section
Bygones be reborn
Semi-anonymous intolerant expression
Bygones be reborn
Pushing shockjockracy
Bygones be reborn
Pulling the Overton window
Bygones be reborn
Tribes, bloodlines
Bygones be reborn
Relapse, revoke the good times
Hate speech, hate crimes
Bygones be reborn
Collapse, provoke the bad times
Bygones be reborn
False equivalency, fearful asymmetry
Bygones be reborn
How many months will it take to lose a century
Bygones be reborn
We die by low blows on the high road to hell
Bygones be reborn
Will Pax Americana fall? Rome fell.
Bygones be reborn
Now the winners ask us to bury the hatchet,
The hatchet which they drove through the head of the world.
They brought back the bygones, let the bygones be unfurled.
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