This is a cause for celebration here
in the belly of the swarm.
The situation de mands
that we raise our glasses
I honor of the spokesman we've
fixated to the floor.
Give us your headlines, hymns,
and your saddest verse.
You're not partnered with the half
hearted any more.
Our legs are spread wide open.
Our weary heads are splitting
at the seams
And we all know your proficient in
the idioms of grief.
We are capable of the kind
of love about
Which only the
petrified can speak .
Concede him the microphone
let him sing the triumphs
Of the frauds to all his loyal
sycofanatics.
We all cater to the fire once the walls come rush
ing down for shame.
I can say it better than you felt it.
An d I can be it
bigger than you needed it.
I haven't spent
a day of my life apart
From the one everyone's read about.
I'll spark de-evolution.
I I was specially bred for the cover
page of your magazines.
I've been fattened up for
the guillotines.
Sweet talker,
you're goddamn right I'm a blessed lamb.
I can show you how to have a good
time.
I know why you came here,
but neither of us
Will get what you want out of
me.
This room has one too many laur
eates so I'm keeping my peace.
Every candidate ends his life with a cliche,
And the paths of glory lead to nowhere but the
grave.
I've been spoiled rotten.
Every thought I've
authored has curdled.
Not everything is poetry but I
can't convince you of that.
I've been drawn and quartered.
I've been twice picked over.
And it's sickening what you've
come here today to celebrate.
Fuck yea we're
gonna party to night.
I am capable of the kind of love about
Which only the intoxicated and
the California bound can weep.