The Fall of Mr. Fifths

Just another Sunday
 Paddle-boat ride on a man-made lake
 With another lady stranger
 If I remain lost and die on a cross
 At least I wasn't born in a manger
 I can sense somewhere right
 Now I'm being prayed for
 Seems like I always arrive
 On the same shore
 From where my sails set
 Maybe with one less lady
 Than my vessel left with
 Is that a threat?
 Oh, I've stayed scarce
 This past year, yes
 But be assured in unrest
 I'm unavoidable like death
 This Christmas, is this twisted?
 Why be upset?
 I never said I didn't have syphilis
 Miss Listless hard like the
 Bricks I pound my fists with
 I mean, she's hard like the bricks
 That I pound with my fists
 This is the fall of Mr. Fifths
 Forged for the hordes
 And the ladies and lords
 Set with fat chords
 In modern English
 I know, I know
 There's nothing more appealing
 Than the sound of high heels
 Down the marble tile hallways
 Of your districts one alloted
 City-funded Steiner school
 Bilingual or Montessori
 Followed by a single
 High-pitched scream
 Followed by breaking glass
 But could your anger be mapped
 Into an interpretive dance
 To a trip-hop track? Could it be
 Bowed out on strings
 Or strung into a pattern for a God's eye to bring
 To your alma-mater's holiday
 Fundraiser boutique thing?
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 Look at that
 Whoa
 
 OK, I'm sorry
 I'm just being crazy
 I'm sorry
 I'm just being crazy, I know
 I'm paying attention to the aircraft
 I'm fine
 
 Everything's totally fine
 Feel lot better now