Rock and roll wisdom
Splattered on the walls of
My misanthropic bubble
Flowing down to the bottom
Pooling ‘round my ankles
Soaking my new shoes
Ooze between my toes
Creep back up my body
Flow through the cracks on my skin
So I watch what I can’t stop
This recycled wisdom
Crawl up to my head
Unfiltered by its age
Or hard won lessons.
