Meaning Of Being

Checking in with the hub

Things are going great

Sales are going up

It’s all great, grand, and straight

We’re all just flies on the ol’ racquet

Waiting for waffle-patterned bliss

Keep my mind steady while I hack it

Show me you love me by measuring my wrist

I couldn’t hear ya over the fiery pipes

Sounding like a demon’s road trip jam

Panties uprooted, a float, and on strike

Meanwhile, the meaning of being is counting the lines on its hands

Her snores rattled like a sprinkler

His diatribes made the moon roll its eyes

This is the cycle I see as the mingler

And it’s more tiring than a 9 to 5 sunrise

Some say the glass enjoys its half

I’d ask where the famous filler hides

I’d ask his meaning of being for Moses’ staff

And then split your sea for the night

I couldn’t hear ya over the blinding stripes

Substituting for copious tons of alakazam

Shake, swivel, pivot those handles on the trike, love

Meanwhile my meaning of being struggles to find a test worth a damn