The Bansheebot
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My Own Giant
You know it's hard to say my thoughts
cause I feel like they all been spoken already
by all the first rate people and their mastery
over poesy. Just remember, my name ain't Joe,
you see?
Whenever I start out speaking, I start feeling
like a rabbit in a battle against a giant, feeling
like David and Goliath except I ain't a shepherd boy
guided by the Holy Ghost,
instead I'm just a boy, no sling, no stones, no hope.
So I'm standing here, chokin' up, shaking in fear
Caught in a minefield and the birds aren't singing here.
I've gotta pinch myself, snap out of it, get myself
out of this comatose state please.
Everything's been said already, so where do I begin?
See already, I'm singing the record player's tune,
stuck on repeat
stuck on repeat
stuck on repeat.
You know I'm not nasty, you know I'm not candy,
You know I'm not a supervillain, man that'd be illin'.
You know I was bad at Pacman, and man am I a skinny
white lazy middle class good for nothing piece of trash.
So I'm standing here, chokin' up, shaking in fear
Caught in a minefield and the birds aren't singing here.
I've gotta pinch myself, snap out of it, get myself
out of this comatose state please.
Hard to make a name for myself when I can't bear to say it
I guess that's why them big folks all have alien aliases, innit.
So when you see me, please, treat me like a disease,
catch it, bin it, kill it, whenever you sneeze.
Even though my name is John
and even though I'm the bansheebot,
forget all the image all the setting all the crayon-drawn houses
This is what I am.
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