Metamorphosis

7/10/24

Fat Glen Powell, take my virginity.
Myopic Taylor Swift, compare the optics.
Fugazi shades, keep looking in my eyes,
shit-brown prophecies.
Give me two weeks, six seasons, and a joint,
I’ll come back Goliath.
Give me a bike, white privilege, and a spark,
I’ll burn that fire bright.
And past the flames, you’ll see, how quick it is
for metamorphosis.

From a bug on the wall, watching Fat Glen Powell
ruin it all. To an obelisk so high, I challenge you to try!
And Myopic Taylor Swift, this comin’ from Max David,
it’s time to look me eye-to-eye, and admit your Goliath,
so wide in a world we learn to betray and turn
our back from Bless and Release.
Well, I’m going to Bless and Release.
Look it on my waist, my eyes (shit-brown), down to my thighs.
I rub myself clean of you, Bless and Release,
like a bug on lease in a melodramatic Kafka dream,
Give me two weeks, six seasons, and a joint,
I’ll come back Goliath.
Give me a bike, white privilege, and a spark,
I’ll burn that fire bright.
And past the flames, you’ll see, how quick it is
for metamorphosis.