relentless as the tarantula
they're not going to let you
sit at a front table
at some cafe in Europe
in the mid-afternoon sun.
if you do, somebody's going to
drive by and
spray your guts
with a
submachine gun.
they're not going to let you
feel good
for very long
anywhere.
the forces aren't going to
let you
sit around
fucking-off and
relaxing.
you've got to go
their way.
the unhappy, the bitter and
the vengeful
need their
fix - which is
you
or somebody
anybody
in agony,
or
better yet
dead, dropped into some
hole.
as long as there are
humans about
there is never going to be
any peace
for any individual
upon this earth
or
anywhere else
they might
escape to.
all you can do
is maybe
grab
ten lucky minutes
here
or maybe an hour
there.
something
is working toward you
right now,
and
I mean you
and nobody but
you.
Appears in Relentless as the Tarantula (1986) and You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense (1986)
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