I hurt

And my skin burns

And I’m not settled

That cup thrown from the car

Tells the whole tale

I wonder what the onlookers thought

Cause it really is a needless thing

To waste a want

To want to waste

And it does say something

There in the speech balloon

So what then

What would two friends

Shopping together

In the grocery aisle say

It would not be satisfying

Cause I’ve judged them

They wouldn’t go deep enough

They’re too nice

Only a twisted doof

About to go postal

Would venture the winning guess

Cause I know that you

Can’t see your own hand

In front of your face

In the dark of the cavern

So how in the world

Could anyone but me

Know why

The window

Was rolled down

In the first place