If you were a conduit
A channel for living things so slowly
If you could not take the hint
A battering ram, my one and only
I can’t deal with this scorpion inspection
I just want to shake your hand and be gone
But you fell victim to every little slight
And made a home out of the hill you’d die on
If you would thrash and not shout
The hex you had gambled for might dry up
You can’t dial nine to get out
But you’ll keep on trying ‘til you wise up
How am I supposed to compete with you?
You stack your room with awards
That you win when you’re bored
Grinning in a manner that’d put off the Cheshire Cat
That’s your whole thing, you flex and you sting, oh
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