Alone Without a Rose
Everything has to be lined up
exactly in its place, no deviation allowed
even the minutest deviation is obnoxious,
unacceptable, you know what I mean
utterly in line
People aren’t lined up, most people,
they go in obscene angles, they’re careless
don’t give a shit about rules or order,
anything’s good enough for most of them
that’s why I hate people
they live their lives as if there is no
master plan, that’s why there are wars
and different religions and languages
and flags and things, you know what I mean,
untidy
I know what you’re thinking but you’re wrong,
dead wrong. Look at them, raping the planet
hardly any ozone left, everywhere full of
fumes and pollution, all kinds of dogshit
all over the place. Nobody picks up dogshit
these days. What about the weather; either
floods or drought, fuck the planet, go on
drive your smoke belching vehicles all over it
so you see I’m not so fucking crazy, right? Exactly
No deviation – otherwise we’re all bound for
extinction. You know why I hate them?
Nobody understands, they’re deaf, all deaf
every last one of those motherfuckers
You know why I’m running away?
There was this girl, young like a rosebud,
like some furry young animal, timid fawn eyes,
she was the only one, I swear, she touched me
in places I didn’t know I had - the only one
I could have learned not to hate
But one day I saw her move
just a fraction, a millimeter perhaps, out of line,
you wouldn’t notice it even, but I saw it,
saw through her. She wasn’t lined up, she was
one of them. I swear I could have killed her
on the spot, that’s what you are thinking, isn’t it?
But I left her, came here instead to be
on my own. If I’m the only lined up person
in the world, Ill stay on my own, forever