WD-40
If I stretched my arms out
As far as I could
If I reached my hands up
As high as I could
If I sang to you
As loud as I could
Would it make a difference to You?
You
Who stays in no place long
But stays in my life forever
You
Who stretches from the peak
Of the highest mountain
To the heart of the tiniest ant
To the center of this very revolving earth
And back out to me again
Cause if I could be near to you
In majesty
And wealth
And Love
And Grace
I would
Oh, I would
And if I could measure up
To you
In any way
Whatsoever
I would do backflips around the
globe and then turn around and do that again
and again
until my arms break
and my knees fracture
and I sink into the Caspian Sea
I would die
And I would die happy
But since I'm not suicidal
Not yet
Not ever
I'll just opt to
Leave all the opportunities lying
Like unopened treasure chests
On the floor
In the dust
And cobwebs
On top of what used to be called
"Ambition"
Which I have long since abandoned for the joy
Of sin
And the joy
Of being useless
And now I wonder why the joy of
Giving in to temptation
Seems so rusty…
However, that's nothing a can of WD-40 can't fix, right?
Right?
RIGHT?
And as I spray and endless supply of
Aerosol-canned rust remover onto the rusty temptation
It gets more and more
Like the chain on my now-I-can-drive-watch-me-go brother's bicycle
And less like the grill on the new Mercedes my neighbors bought
And I sit down
Exhausted
And breathing in toxic fumes
And slowly I lose consciousness
Whatever happened to dying happy?
Whatever happened to living a godly life?
But then heroic music plays
And here comes my knight in shining armor
(NO, NOT GREG, WYSS!)
Saving my unworthy buttocks yet again
And just like last year
Okay, maybe month
Or maybe week…
OH, ALRIGHT…
Just like you did yesterday
And do today
And will do tomorrow
You pull me out and lock the door
And leave the key to me
Oh, how I wish you would have destroyed the key
Because it fits like butter into the lock
Easy in…
Not so easy out…