last bite
for some reason, my entire life {at least, what I can remember} I've most times had an issue with taking the last bite of whatever I'm eating. whether it's because I'm full or not, I've noticed this weird tendency countless times. mostly because it's not some obsessive compulsive thing, even if there's 0 reasoning behind NOT finishing my plate.
this little quirk of mine has been in my thoughts a lot recently, as has this festering hatred towards "the man" that we all have to deal with. the "last bite", to me, speaks to this concept of shoving down the "last straw" or continuing to take abuse or disrespect just because you're expected to.
the angst and irritation while I wrote this was real.
last bite
one more lump to fill my throat
Is there a point of understanding
That comes when days go by enough
Or is it all a misunderstanding?
Will I ever understand why you got so drunk?
Or what happened in twenty years since
I’ve been here.
Like, man, what happened, didn’t you hear?
Your boys grown up and feeling battered.
But something tells me, it don’t matter,
I do this every year.
Take your last bite.
One more lump to fill my throat
Take the last night
And let it burn away and go, go, go
Let it burn away and go, go, go.
Was this conception supposed to fill me up?
Built on years of fear like “I’m not strong enough”.
I’m forced to do the things I hate the most,
Clock in early, stay in late, not what I chose.
And then I shove it down, let it soak me; drown,
And suddenly, all I can see, is somewhere there must be
A place where we are free.
A place where love can be,
A room with you and me.
CAUSE FUCK, I’m so tired of the fucking old man
Trying to TELL me who I can be or who I am.
It must be so carefree, having all these people
Make you all of your money.
Yet still you’ll carry on, won’t give a damn.
How the fuck did you become
Such a little man?
What would your mama think to see you
Fucking with nature’s plans.
Think that you own everything anything
You can hold in your hands.
Take your last bite.
One more lump to fill my throat
Take the last night
And let it burn away and go
We need a new fight,
To make this bullshit feel alright
We need some new light,
And I think it’s coming up
Right now.
Won’t take the last bite,
Won’t let you shove it down.
You want a long fight
Well we’ll rain it down.
I hope you see me hanging in the crowd.
I hope you know that we’re all around.
I hope you see the people you let down.
I hope you see the blood soaked in our ground.
I hope you see the stains on my old clothes.
From blood and sweat and tears
Building your beach home.
Like, man, what happened, didn’t you hear?
Your boys grown up and feeling battered.
But something tells me, it don’t matter,
I do this every year.
There’s a war outside
And all of your desires
I can barely hear.
Guess I’ll up and pack my gear,
Work another day gone,
And ride the soul that left
My body twenty years ago.
Like, man, what happened?
It isn’t clear.
Wish you and your kind
Would up and disappear.