You tricked me
You tricked me I worked so hard for you Packaging those candles With utmost and extra care Because it was you that asked me to It was a gift from you to them I was the candle-maker The light carrier The scent doctor The website maker And then I was, the gift facilitator, how ironic and iconic
I remember how seriously I took it back then, different settings and different temperatures. One candle in each room, give it some time and then go back for a nose test. Theories disproven and notes untaken. Yes, I turned something so trivial into a science experiment, and it was fun. Worth it. Would do it again. Definitely.
Take this pill, or the other one. I can show you the world, shining shimmering.. pause. You will show me the world? I can see it all so clearly, all I love so dearly, stop singing and focus now. Where were we? Pills. Red or blue, unimportant details. It was a purple pill, okay? Happy now, satisfied, had to say it. Rapunzel, rapunzel, let your hair down. I cut it all off for this reason specifically, I have a better idea, let it grow, let ‘em get on the metaphorical swing. Are you following? Good. Then I cut it off at the exact moment they think they’ve reached the end of their climb. Hilarious. Why is it red? That’s a whole other story, little mermaid and stuff, don’t worry about it.
Kids, all of you. Children that need re-raising. Where were your parents? Oh, shit, sorry. Is that a sensitive topic? Moving on. Anywho to the anyhow, I’ve made things awkward again, goddamnit. No, I know I’m an orphan, why go through lengths to remind me of it? Fatherless behavior.
I have a lot of scissors, well, had. A lot of knives too, a collection. Why are they displayed like this? Don’t worry about it. I was probably taking something apart, again, or opening some packages. Rebuilding things from scratch, of course, why not? Or from the parts of the things I previously dismantled. Where are my scissors, though? Things don’t just vanish into thin air. How do I open the new ones that I’m getting without another pair to open the packaging with?
Can’t fix what I didn’t break, I know, I know, watch me try anyway. If I fail, I’ll just break it even further, more pieces to put together now, no way that wasn’t intentional. Sue me for my objectively, wait, no, subjectively funny crime.
Overqualified, overruled. Not again, dismantle my power and give me less headache, sure. Now, what do I have to work with, passwords and accounts, they need those. Take them and let me go, corrupt management. Get your shit together and leave me out of it. You replaced me with an asian prototype now, how inventive, how extraordinarily creative. How, no, no, no, what have you done? Headache, you’re giving me a headache.
My arm hurts, people. My elbow burns, humans. No humanity at all, only puzzled looks and questionable remarks. Yes, perhaps the black eye was due to a nose job, let’s go with that one. Also, arm extension, I needed a stronger one.
Beauty contest, and I won first place. Who was the judge? Another crazy person, don’t worry about it. Claimed that the other one on the table was her university professor. I’m sure that’s not true, woman. That was my so-called mother, she adopted me the other day, true story. Only a few years older, unnecessary detail in an otherwise funny anecdote. Anyway, she also called the ward a global village, that was a good one, I admit. Another one had a room all for herself, greedy. Why do I have to share one with four, then? I wonder how they’re all doing now. Oh, we sat on the floor and got ushered by the nurse, classic. What was I doing with them? Well, when in Rome. Another one, I met a year apart. Stared at her for a long time before blurting out her name. We laughed about that, asked her if she got out, too. “No, I haven’t gone anywhere.” Well, I came back for you, specifically, for this exchange. Wonderful.
No, not like the rest, I’m worse. Not just the best, also the best at being bad. No special cases typist, but special needs inventist.
I’m assembling another avengers team. The original ones got older, taller and bolder. They’re on their way as we speak, the newer generation. Better, improved and carrying my facial features, most importantly. Not talking about babysitting now, this is some serious business, we’re preparing for war.
See how much you like them when they’re going along with your nonsense. You thought so, you really thought so, I’m toning it down now. Not trying to kill anyone, just going through my weekly lesson plan. I hope you learn something, metal headed consumer.
Do not play with their fire You can’t handle the heat It burns you and your wire Then you cannot compete Get out of my built empire Sleep well and always eat
I let you break all my mirrors for a reason, I thought you’d help me put them all back together. But you left me there, picking up the pieces all alone.
It’s not a trick, your head is thick. You see the sun and say to yourself: “That’s not real”.
It wasn’t your interpretation of it, nor your perspective. “It wasn’t the meaning you assigned to my warming rays, fire blaze”, she then says. I was here before you, and I’ll be here long after you’re gone.
Fires keep burning*