I wear my black cape when I wanna escape
become somebody I’m not
black hat completes the ensemble
it gives a certain devilish rogue aire, savoir faire
a don’t give a damn attitude
swaying in the wind, in the walk
walking down a path in the woods
so what sunday
I don’t care monday
ambivalent tuesday
who cares wednesday
smh thursday
it doesn’t matter friday
silly-ass themes saturday
not getting bogged down by the rut
that’s always sticking its sticky fingers out for you
gotta get away gotta get away
then there are those who are stuck in a never ending
monopoly game that is an eternal hell
of play money and rolling dice
playing out the string out of tune
thrashing about in a plane destined to crash
into an ocean or the side of a mountain
or a monthly that tells you what to think and what to do
not boarding that flight, not subscribing to that magazine