The Absurd Man

Keep me cooked until the juices flow
Reaching out of the oven
And fiddling with the temperature controls
It feels too cold
Stained bowls and cracked clothes
Undulate and impose their own
Sense of doom
Plume like a mallard
Looking pretty haggard
If you ask me
Losing all my soul
In all of that hot steam
Burning through my self esteem
And weening from the baths of clotted cream

Pockets packed and lined with silk
I fill them up with stones
And scraps of paper with unmissable poems
That you'll feel shoot past your temple as they fly by
The paper aeroplane has been delayed
The paper aeroplane has been delayed

Not sorry

Maybe it wasn't meant for you, today

Being alive is strange because if you think about it too hard it all becomes tedious
But if you don't think about it enough the same happens anyway

Anyway

Exchanging gasses as we co exist
Understanding myself as a breath on the bathroom mirror;
A barbaric echo
Reaching my hand directly through the glass
And dragging my soul
Back into reality
A constant flattery
A flattened battery
Doing prison time for self-soul battery
Grievous metaphysical harm
I look down and I see the symbiote spreading all across my palm
That venom sure does stick
Doesn't it

Time to look inward instead of being outwardly hateful
It's time to look inward instead of being outwardly hateful
I don't need to look much further than my nose
To suppose
The objective was always just to grow
Never know where the hour ends
Not one for looking round the bend
Besides, I'm going round the bend
Round the twist
Lost in the cryptic mist
I can't exist

And my glasses bring things closer to my glazzballs

I only ever blank stares and phone calls
I said
I only ever blank stares and phone calls

It wouldn't be wise to take on a task
Out in the dark
Looking inward is the start
It wouldn't be wise to run in the mist
Indeed, I insist
To ask yourself this:

Do I need to?
What is this?
Who told you that?
Who is that?
Who are you?
Who told you to think?
Who told you to think?
Who was it that told you to think?
Who was it?
Tell me!
Who told you to think?
Who told you to think?!

Somebody fucking call Camus, yeah?
I am the absurd man
Somebody fucking call Camus, yeah?
I am the absurd man
Somebody get that motherfucker Camus on the phone
And tell him
That I am the absurd man
I don't know how you're going to go about it
But you might as well get started
Because he needs to know
He needs to know