I'm an inside joke but its a secret now, he-he
I spend all my unfree time a-laughin' at myself
so everyone laughs with me,
got a dull ache where my libido once was
and no one to sharpen it for me because,

I'll be here alone talking to myself
romancing the floors and walls and ceiling
I'll be here alone singing to myself
romancing the floor and walls and ceiling
I'll be here alone screaming to myself
romancing the floors and ceiling,

I've been real careless with my secret identity
its the kind of thing that makes me thankful that I'm my own arch-enemy,
as it stands I'll foil my master-plan and then?
...then I'll save me from myself again,I'll be here alone talking to myself

romancing the floors and walls and ceiling
I'll be here alone singing to myself
romancing the floor and walls and ceiling
I'll be here alone screaming to myself
romancing the floors and ceiling,


An Inside Joke

"Declaration of Human Independence"
Your persecution has leant a meaning to my movements that I would never have otherwise attained, for your stagnant strictures taught me my own lack of limit, and my feet now fall with the weight of destiny, my words welling in the heart of man like a spring of truth whose virtue is terrible to behold...
Your condemnation has taught me forgiveness... for only in your third degree did I glimpse the first impression of my second chance. So let my tears now be as diamonds in the light, for in your blinds of darkness did I learn to hear, and in your deafened muting did I learn to see...Surely I have grown strong in all the place you have broken me...
Your oppression has made me free... for your hatred has burned away all false friendship and standing all alone did I find true love, glowing in the lonely flames like iron forged in fire...you shall NEVER break it...
I call your sadism weakness, and this weakness did teach me true strength, for through the hurting did I learn endurance, through the pain did I come to know resilience: the path of patience...long have I walked it...
...until my hope grew greater than your fear, for its faith is forever and your fright a flickering phantasm...until my generosity grew greater than your greed, for this poverty has taught me the true wealth, and its seed was planted in me by the saints and seers and poets and prophets, then fertilized by their blood which you have spilled for so long....
You have no one but yourself to blame for what is about to happen...
For the noon-tide of the new man will overflow the dam you have set and flood your tepid garden of weeds...
..the past has passed...I come bearing the present of the present...

An Inside Joke

Vain Jangles