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Tuesday, May 29, 2012

ONE


One note song
One trick pony
One act play
One lap race
One dimensional man
Those things you do
The way you are
When you could be so much more
Than One

Just one piercing sound
You are so wrong
Pulsing in a round
Going all fucking night long

I don't know how you do it
You must be circular breathing
I throw some pepper in your face
In hopes of you sneezing

Alas your clamor continues
I poke knitting needles in my ears
But the sound is in my bones now
Bringing me to utter tears

I look for a drill
Wishing to bear all the pain
To put a great hole in my skull
For the satisfaction of scraping you from my brain

But there it is
That sustained whole note
Wholly unsatisfactory to me
Curdled from whatever the composer really wrote

I'm reverting to crowdsourcing
In search of a solution
Printing up flyers and creating websites
In hopes of a cyber revolution

I pray that it will succeed
And attract a mighty throng
To fulfill my silencing need
And kill forever your one note song

One note song
One trick pony
One act play
One lap race
One dimensional man
Those things you do
The way you are
When you could be so much more
Than One

You are a one trick pony
Though you think you are the best
You stand still and stare
Oblivious to all the rest

Yes that seems to be your one trick
Standing there
Like a creep
Your tail idly swishing the air

I'm not impressed
That pony over yonder
Is running barrels and doing math
Now that's something to ponder

Can you even do math?
You must be able to run
It is a standard horse-y thing
Or are your talents literally limited to one?

One breath in
One breath out
Tail swishing
Eyes blinking

Surely you must eat
I dig around in my pockets
And offer you a treat
You just continue your stare down

Though with who I do not know
I move from side to side
Your gaze never wavering
Horse eyes open wide

At that I lose my patience with you
And walk off in disgust
No more time will I waste
Stand there for all time if you must

But I'm through
There are so many other horses
All much more talented than you
With your one trick

One note song
One trick pony
One act play
One lap race
One dimensional man
Those things you do
The way you are
When you could be so much more
Than One

One set piece
A living room most drab
A jury chamber
A panic room
You can picture whatever you like
After all it is your doom

One scene
Probably at least one hour too long
Audience crossing it's legs
Because everyone has to pee
There are no intermissions
No break no respite
No concessions

One actor
You up on that stage
Regurgitating lines
Manufacturing fake rage
Slipping glycerin in for fake tears
Like we wouldn't notice
We are sophisticated
We are your peers

One act play
It really gets old
Sitting through the same old scene
Every night opening night
Every afternoon a matinee
Dinner theatre is the worst
But you have no shame
For it's your mistaken belief
That your one act play
Will make of you a star
One of these days

One note song
One trick pony
One act play
One lap race
One dimensional man
Those things you do
The way you are
When you could be so much more
Than One

One lap
To win this race
To make a record
To set the pace

I've got the stopwatch started
Don't watch the clock
It will steal your mind
So hang onto your frock

The lap may number one
But it's a long way round
Things can change
Decisions abound

You start off alone
Others gather as you go
But you end it alone
Just as you began so long ago

I can see from where I am
Your halfway around
With halfway to go
Optimism abounds

Your cup is half empty
Your cup is half full
You're optimistically pessimistic
It's even embroidered on your shirt of wool

Just your luck though
Your shirt it's red
And if there is one thing we know
Is that red shirts end up dead

But nary a worry
My timey wimey friend
You've got ages ahead of you
Before you reach the end

One note song
One trick pony
One act play
One lap race
One dimensional man
Those things you do
The way you are
When you could be so much more
Than One

You are going in a straight line
I can intercept you at any point
Predictable
Predestined for failure

I saw you look behind you once
But usually it's eyes front only
Looking towards your doom
Looking towards your success
Looking towards whatever comes next

You might as well
Because you never deviate
If something happened next to you
You wouldn't even hesitate

It's like you have blinders on your eyes
Focusing you in one direction
Thataway
As far as I can tell

I'd love to see where you end up
But I'm veering off soon
I've found some prospects over there
Over THERE
Look, dammit!
Oh that's right
You can't

You are a one dimensional man
Doing what you can
In that one direction
Nothing new to say
Always forward
Come what may

One note song
One trick pony
One act play
One lap race
One dimensional man
Those things you do
The way you are
When you could be so much more
Than One


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