K I B I T Z

I think I need to be counseled

Because I come from a long line of sinners and saints,

And I think I fit more perfectly in the earlier of the two.

Because anyone can fit perfectly

With something that isn’t perfect.

Because what the hell else are we

But some sort of glorified imperfection,

Some sort of gem roughed by reality,

Some sort of perfection dethroned once more?

We fight wars with no meaning

Other than living another day

In our personal way.

Because the way we express our thanks for what we have

Is the greatest controversy in the world.

We cry because children die,

Because our men and women didn’t save them in time,

Because they're busy fighting for our ability to talk -

To talk.

And in this hellish world

Where we face the weight of the fact that people are dying so we can make an offensive comment for a laugh,

And where we glorify the sinners and are all but separated from the saints,

It's hard to find a reason to feel

And to want to feel at all.

Because feeling means you have to accept the fact that the world’s wired as a trap -

That everyone will beat you into being a saint,

But you’ll still be a sinner,

And a worthless one at that.

Because inflation has wreaked havoc on the currency that is humanity.

And because of that, we are as meaningless as anything else

That’s ever been over-produced.