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The Perfect Ending

by Cassels

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1.
I like to think that I’m a deep thinker And I’m pretty sure that I’m a person with conviction But in reality I know I’m a snowflake in winter Blown along on the wind of the latest liberal opinion No way Snowflake Every tut at the newspaper sets off a chemical reaction And every opinion piece you read Is accompanied By a tiny dopamine release And I’m afraid to say Exposés don’t necessitate action Holding a mirror to an ugly face Doesn’t change the reflection No way Snowflake And believing the general public Will level-headedly consider All the available facts and figures Before rushing to make rash decisions And form erroneous opinions Is ridiculous as believing The late-night polemics Of ego-centric and overzealous television presenters Can bring about the downfall Of a tyrannical president
2.
I gaze down at my navel and see a silver spoon Oh God I hope I catch my death I hope I die of something soon The sickly-sweet seasoning of privilege is in everything Is in all my fattening food I’m a glutton for nourishment And I’m ready for my punishment I’ve tried and I’ve tried To justify the advantages I’ve been afforded in my life But I come up short every time Freeze and seize my assets Share them out amongst the needy Despite all my self-righteousness I know that I am far too greedy I cannot reconcile My actions and beliefs So I put myself on trial And I find myself guilty Doctors complicit in denial May diagnose a malady Dish out potions and prescribe Cognitive behavioural therapy But… All the St John’s Wort in the world Will not cure my weltschmerz Some things are meant to hurt
3.
You know how to push my buttons Because you were the one who wired them in And you know where my skeletons are buried Because you helped me dig the graves And I’m afraid I’m wearing my ugliness Like a shameful, slaughtered mink skin coat And you know… And you know Every fettered fibre and follicle Because you stitched and sewed the seams and hems And when will When will it end? Where and when will I be stung by the inevitable sting? I live in hope I live in fear Of regretting letting you get so near
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He was late to the club All guns Studs up Ill judged Threw out Threw up In a doorway Painted the pavement in an artful arrangement Of tasteless Chinese takeaway And everything was hazy now Yes, so very hazy He explains this to the ladies And gentlemen of the jury Before gingerly Continuing his story A pretty peacock primping and preening Puts on her makeup ready for an evening out On the town She was a sitter A pea roller Anyone who was there could have told you that And he swears she looked older Stresses again to the ladies and gentlemen of the jury Surely they agree she looks at least 18? Anyway, she played hard to get Tried giving him the cold shoulder But the power of persistence paid off in the end Eventually He broke through Her defence She pirouettes light as a feather She was happy that Greg had left with Heather But now she was on her own No charge left on her phone But luckily a bloke she met outside Offered her a lift home Bra strap snapped Backline breached He made the sweetest of contact A real peach Top corner That girl was someone’s daughter till you warned her not to scream That girl was someone’s best friend till you forced apart her knees Now she’s nothing, no one, frozen, please Wake up, wake up, this isn’t a dream She screamed "Someone help me" Due to a lack of physical evidence everything rested on her testimony Her word against his “It hurt,” she said, exhausted The only words she had left “It hurt,” she said And then the attorney for the defence Asked the question Everyone was thinking “Why did you get into the car with him?” She hung her head In shame She was starting to think That she was the one to blame
6.
Through all the cutting and chopping The seeds had been plotting their revenge Biding their time Until the wells had run dry Conspiring with the sun to fry All the edible vegetation And leave behind Only the most aggressive creepers and vines A panoply In the canopy Started to advance Towards the concrete grey of the city Unable to retreat It was an easy victory An ignominious Defeat This upright fleshy parasite had been incredibly short-sighted Try as they might to shrink-wrap the creeping sense of doom Convince themselves the years of warnings would never come true Focus their attentions on upgrading their iPhone 21’s to the brand new iPhone 22 The holes were too big The boats too few
7.
What if all the animals were given Christian names? If we anthropomorphised them all to some degree What if every baby deer essentially became A Bambi? Every fattened and shackled sow a Peppa Pig? Every fish a Nemo or Dori Every rabbit a Peter or Buggs Every duck a Donald or Daffy In every pond lives a Kermit Frog We gather around our plates To mourn every morsel of microwave steak Every cheap piece of meat feels like a dearly-deceased member of the family My bird, Susanne, just choked to death on a Tesco carrier bag As the oil spilled into the reef it was curtains for Tina and Keith Margery screamed in desperation as her baby was taken away after 3 days and Barry’s burrow Was excavated To make way for a basement extension Which was to house a taxidermy collection We gather around our plates To mourn every morsel of microwave steak This monkey reminds me of my father and now it’s getting harder to apply the mascara A bolt through the head A leash around a neck Now dance for me on your hind legs Pingu lost his igloo Dumbo lost his tusks And other such quips – you get the gist I’ve just run out of cute ways to say I think the human race is fucking disgusting, mate
8.
How can I be expected To care About an abstract and nebulous problem like a dying planet When I’m forced to queue for over 20 minutes To replenish my cod-liver oil stocks at the chemists? Let’s discuss the merits of our lunches in minute detail Complain how a particular colleague failed to reply to a particular email I will seethe at inconveniences as long as I’m able And try to forget all the famine until it touches my table Content to reduce perception to a singular pixel Content to let all sights inducing feelings of guilt become blinkered Nurse and nurture your grudges Spend time trying to right minor wrongs Muddle along as bombs melt in the sun Did you believe the bell-bottomed free-loving tree-huggers? No, I didn’t either It kind of felt like we should maybe do something but in the end doing nothing seemed a lot easier As we fell to our knees and pleaded a woman in a white coat screamed at us “You fools! A virus cannot reason with a fever!”
9.
“Dieu merci je suis dans la lune” Whispered The Woman In The Moon To herself as she looked down Watched the final flames die out Distant booms, screams and shouts Had all gone silent now Tentatively She made her way across the vastness Swimming breast-stroke through the blackness Until she landed in the wasteland Thinking, “how could I let this happen?!” She admonished herself in bewilderment But in reality, there was nothing she could have done There is no war fought That can ever be Truly won Taking great silver strides across scorched skies and dry oceans She remembers fondly back to a time when she would gleefully Shift the sea Far beneath her in great tides and motions This gave purpose to her existence But she’d been restless and depressed for what she guessed must have been a millennium Now the loneliness of this peregrination Stung yet more tears onto her face, indeed Rivers flowed down her cheeks Replete in abject misery She wandered onwards aimlessly Staring out across the monochrome Dust and ash between her toes Continuing to cry until her eye landed on a shard of bone From who, or what, she didn’t know But she resolved to give this poor soul a proper burial After a few minutes of digging She cried out at what she’d found Tiny seeds! Tiny sprouts! Tiny seeds! Tiny sprouts! Astounded Dumbfounded New life underground After a few weeks, new shoots and leaves began to open like capillaries The moon, high above Beamed its approval “Mon amour est né de nouveau”

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released September 6, 2019

Recorded and mixed by Martin Ruffin.
Mastered by Carl Saff.
Released by Big Scary Monsters.
Wreath designed by Sharon Demmery at Demmery's Flowers.

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Music for misanthropes and malcontents.

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