Buried in the Basement

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Nincompoop

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If your father swallows glass,
The cracked foundation of his faith,
He will choke upon his words
And he will struggle to relate

As he sputters shards of vitriol,
Dehumanizing hate,
He won't realize he's stabbed you deaf
And carved up both your fates

You might like to sit and just enjoy each other's company
But the chairs are razor sharp and it's an uncomfortable seat
You might like to take in all the best things in life that are free
But they're broken down and need repair and now it's too costly

And there's never any hope for change
All the pieces have shapes too strange
And with no aligning faces, you can see there's only basis
For an instrument of death and pain