The Switch

if

there was a switch
a frankenstein switch
a big wooden handle
locking the metal contacts into switchness switch

and

CLICK!

SWITCH!

i wouldn't be here anymore

i'd flip that mo-fo like a coin
but
the pain and guilt that i'd pass on to the now?
when i check out?
the questions that i leave in my wake?
the way i make others wonder
why they fucked up?

i really can't do that...

but
christ
dude

it's really not my world anymore
i'm the biggest stick in the mud that you have ever heard of
i'm proof of nothing
i'm more than ready to pass that same stick on

so

go nuts!

live your top forty
MOR
and the hits just keep on coming!
i'd rather not think about anything
and just fit in
life

i'll just watch from over here

i'll be in the back of the bus

the guy hitting off the bottle in the paper bag...