Team Players

Sometimes you are reckless,
Geez, we all have to be,
You cannot connect with other people,
If you refuse to see,

That the deeper you dig into your thoughts,
Hell, even the first one,
You have to admit the vision is yours,
Despite lack of evidential reason,

That is the truth that connects all of us,
For even if you're right,
You can't expect others to change their mind,
If it must match your sight,

That's kind if ass,
Would you hang out with you?
Or would you be so caught up in yourself,
You'd do the exact same thing with you, too?

Mixed Metaphors

Don't mix your metaphors,
You'll say two things at once,
One minute you think you're talking 'bout life,
Like a ball that don't bounce,

Because you've always rolled with the punches,
Despite what people thought,
Serpico trying to live and let live,
Making the man angry he can't be bought,

King of the jungle, pride before a fall,
You think you can be true,
Until you find you're a ball in a maze,
The floor titling's not you,

I stand correct,
It's all saying the same,
Like Hume said, some act the grammarian,
Might as well play the rules and not the game.

I Do

What kind of vow'd I write?
Would I believe my words?
There's nothing tying what I say in life,
T'what I do aferwards,

As far as I'm concerned nothing matters,
Do you know what I mean?
We're born to this world, when we die we're gone,
Ethics has no footing,

But feelings do!
For a tool that will stick,
One's gut is a pretty good compass, too,
But avoid religion and politics.