A Bloody Mess

Be that as it may tidiness is a virtue
But it's so hard to do
It's just so hard to do

How is it that you are feeling blue?
Is it something just between me and you
Or is there someone else crying too?

But if one sock is in the basket
And the other in the loo,
Why are you holding that shoe?

When I wake up I always make my bed
Even such that my backbone aches
And I know that I'm running late.
I'm back out on the cold hard road
Where I see people full of hate.
They should go home instead
And see how long the lesson takes.
Can he still remember just what it means to wait?
With a wheel, did I just step on a toad
Or was it something that someone ate?

Who will say that history is a market
With the neon burning bright
Where the trade is done in the night?

Who will tear the numbered signs away
Put there from fear and spite
For those with no common sense nor sight?

That rain falls down on my door.
The mud of ages after the flood,
It seeps through the sunken floor.

Isn't the room just a bloody mess?
If the way it looks is a problem,
What it means is anyone's guess

Bevagna 5 12 2009