A Penny For Your Thoughts

The Men Who Knew Too Little
by Cyrus Mehrdad


Comfortable off of the people’s bread,
Well adjusted and fed,
Yet you still hunger.
The dim and grimy clarity,
You’re a warmonger,
Who survived the streets of insincerity.

To put on trial those who would oppose,
And commensurately compensate those who don’t.
The homeless, the reckless, the loveless;
At least of the helpless,
Who’s monetary glory your reap.
A slippery slope so steep.

Your actions are corrosive to the spirit,
And your beliefs as fraudulent,
Yeah, as those enforcing them.

[Chorus]
(Your heart is a bottomless pit)
You’ve lied, schemed,
And that is the truth of it.
(Filled with righteous dollar bills)
You’ve lied, schemed,
And all for your cheap thrills


Bite your tongue Legion,

You do not see,
Never taking heed;
You’re just giving that which no man has need.
No, you do not see
What you have done to me
Keep your sickness, and leave me be.

The trick in truly knowing someone isn’t getting them to like you; it is to pull them out of the pit they dug themselves into while they were trying to deal with the existential terrors of their existence, and the loss of identity that came with it.

And to still love them afterwards.