today i went over and shook the hand of the back trumpsman, idle know why, i felt like he was aloof, maybe we'll just flag each other from a distance, though i liked him before i knew his true colors and he did share his spliff, deeper down i knew something was off in his attic, i just couldn't quite suss him, he seemed to smart to be a stupid hater, though whose stupid idle know, the red maha hat was a blaring cue. i give peeps too much credit. i cant imagine how stupid we can be and survive. well i want to think he'll wake up some day, maybe in the smoking ruins of the second term of maha, and go whoa hot damn i been taken for a slay ride.

there's one thing i tell you friend 

i don't believe in supermenw

who fly through the clouds above the rest
i don't believe in the best

and i never wanted to fight with you
it's just the last thing that i wanna do
but you're so afraid to look at love
gotta let it all go this cut-above stuff

'cause this is the hook that drags you
this is the hook in the crook of your neck
it's the hook that snags you
this is the hook

and there's one thing i tell you friend
all of our trials gonna come to an end
and you and i we're gonna fall
like we never have stood on this little earth at all

'cause this is the hook that drags you
this is the hook in the crook of your neck
it's the hook that snags you
this is the hook in the crook of your neck
it's hook that drags you
this is the hook

 

 

 

grant lee buffalo,

the hook