Unexpected - LEEWAY

Union square at about 9 o’clock

Friday night, boy was he rocked

Just a dumb beer drinking jock

Unaware as he staggered and mocked

On the platform you see a push

There’s a slam and an eerie squish

Hear the cracking of his back

The bloody limbs grind the red tracks

Insta-death your last breath

Split-second prayers won’t save

The shit you’ve stepped in

Insta-death your last breath

It’s all over now

And this is your last wind

Folks can’t deal with a mad mad world

Try and fly cute little girl

People all freaked out on the ruckus

Scrape — Scrape into a bucket

All dreams are six feet in the floor

Atop the clouds in front of Peter’s door

Finding your way out becomes a chore

Looks like death is a hopeless bore

Lie unexpected, lie unexpected

Dear mother brings you flowers

As you both rot away the hours

The aftermath of time

Thoughts decaying with your mind