A Man of Science
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So calculated, the words that come.
Ah! But the glorious shine of a polished tongue.
Have you been up practicing all night long?
Your mouth forms chords and arpeggiates.
At first it's sweet but then it nauseates.
Have you been up sweating this all night long?
At the crack of dawn you're out again to show the world just where you stand
You dressed in your good suit today.
Polished your shoes for such an occasion...
Pressed your shirt and slicked your hair.
Straighten that tie! Now get out there! Get out there!
The tile is burning through your rubber soles.
Your sweat is beading, forming tiny pools.
You've been pacing and you're scaring the shit out of your kids.
There's white foaming up in the corners of your mouth.
The neighbor kids are laughing and pointing at your house.
Your wife's ashamed.
She's pulling all the blinds.
You'd think you'd get the picture after time after time after time.
Your roof is slowly growing weak sagging stretching like your speech...
Oh my science! He's on the roof again! Citing scripture and throwing up his hands.
They said "I don't think he's coming down. Face it, I don't think he's coming down!"
"Does he think he's conducting some great orchestra?
Cause he's waving his hands" and I can't help singing but saying:
"Oh my science! He's on the roof again!
Citing scripture and throwing up his hands.
Dear science he's on the roof again!
Citing scripture and throwing up his hands."
He's not missing a beat hitting every note.
not discouraged by sharp fingers
You dressed your good suit today.
Polished your shoes, oh what a waste.
Pressed your shirt and slicked your hair
and all you got were empty stares...
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