Weights and measures
How can you stand it?
Doesn’t it weigh you down like a stone?
You must worry constantly
About what she might get up too
While you’re an ocean away?
Of course, I see the incredulity
Tucked politely behind the eyes
Of those who think they know
What this is
If they did, there’d be less morbid curiosity
And aspirations to schadenfreude
Would be the furthest thing
From their one-trick minds
So every time I find myself staring back
At that too familiar gaze
I thank god for her
Bowie found Candy Clark
When he fell to Earth
And Chuck Heston found his girl too
When he accidently did the same
(goddam you all to hell!)
And so she’s mine
My escape from the planet of the apes
Because these monkeys
And their disaster porn addiction
Are the epitome
Of everything I really cannot stand.