Can’t hear the person next to you even though they are shouting into your ear
Loud doesn’t start to describe the thump of the speakers
Under that audio assault, your body has no choice but to move to the beat
Becoming yet another cog in the music box machine
Penelope looked at her kids and shook her head
Loving them was usually so easy, even if they were little witches
Until they broke something. This time it was the toilet
Now she needed to put on her rubber gloves and pull out her weapon of choice
Going into the bathroom, she stopped in her tracks for a second
Everything was covered!
Readying for her weapon, she battled the summoned demon back down the bowl and flushed.
Cognac on the rocks was her drink of choice
Until about three in the morning, then she would bounce to bourbon
Both ice cold, just like the blood in her veins
Especially as she tossed the dice one last time with everything on the line.
Determine which pill you are going to take
Engage a chaotic future of tremendous highs and lows by selecting the purple pill
Calm down and have a boring life by selecting the orange pill
It comes down to choice of lifestyle
Don’t ask for a do over, this is a one-time offer world-wide
Everything comes down to this moment. What do you choose?
She wanted to learn everything
Cram as much of the information as she could into her cerebellum
Have the ability to recall things faster than Google
Obviously that wouldn’t be really possible
Or else there would already be that person in the world
Leaving her only one choice, stay forever where she could continue to try to be the first
The path through the trees split around one prominent trunk
Reaching that point, I paused and thought which side should I take
At a quick glance both seemed pretty well traveled
It left me a bit sad since I wanted to follow Frost’s advice
Leaving me but one choice. I climbed the tree and my perspective was never the same again.
Can’t stand having something around my neck
Only I don’t get much choice in this gig
Living for the church was not going to be my style
Living dead come into the equation
And I had to sign up, so now I’m a holy man
Relax baby, I only baptize with a shotgun and cross with my saber
Everyone is waiting for the election results
Xantax has become the concession of choice as we watch
Purple states become more red or more blue
Leading to highs and lows for both sides
Only at the end of it all
Do we accept the results and figure out what is next or
Everything going to go big boom?
Can’t decide which one to buy
He sat there and stared at his screen
Ordinarily, this would be an easy decision
It was made infinitely more complicated because nothing was in stock
Couldn’t get what everyone recommended
Eventually, he gave up and went to bed.
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Maybe I would fit in if he just compromised a little bit
If he could be just a bit more flexible with his morals
Shift a bit in his political views one direction or another
Find a niche where the contrast grayed out just a bit more
It would make things so much easier in life
The fact that that would break him leaves him with no choice and loneliness
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