I would never be a capstone, hailing up above
No articulate features, I’m agglutinated mud
Amidst two sides, obscured, underneath your feet
Spliced tight to insure, all your whim-wham fads can pique

I’m the glue, sweet honey stone
Conjugated flowers and bone
Within my hive I’m merged, an eccentric humble-bee
Once profligate, now frugal, cured....to last through epochs, see?

I’m not who they came for
But, I’m still important
I’m the glue, and I’ll stick to you. 

I’m the penny-slot machine, for the monkey on your back 
A compromising venture, parlayed within the cracks 
Laudations fixed on you, unless when fiends observe 
My betraying ruddy snake eyes, piercing what you deserve

Chorus

I’m not your first pick
But, I’m not the worst trick
Cuz, i’m glue, so I’ll stick to you.

As you crumble, I dessicrate! A pressed flower left behind
I languish your recurrence, to sheathe you and not outshine 
Should have kept intact the bonds, I surrendered to the clock 
Was cast in heroic constellations, now I’m a scattered cinder crop

Chorus

I’m not who you wanted
Now, you’ll forever haunt me
I’m the glue, and I was stuck to you.
I’m just glue, wishing I was still stuck to you…
Wishing I was still stuck to you…


Capstone

Nick Kukowski