Travelling through our life and times, and we're too deep into this galactic traffic jam. Held up by bone headed drivers. You know the type, purely in it for themselves, this is about them getting through, this is about their appointments, their more important appointments. The go-get-it crowd, the gone-and-got-it crowd, the tell-you-all-about-it crowd, the kind that cut in lines, cheats. They are #1, dangit.
Nothing is the way, remove certain emotions, remove certain habits, remove encounters of the third and fourth kinds. Juke and jive, sit in the back, react, flow with life. These plans are a sham. Cut your bait, give it to the sea, let the waves work, they rock, like earthquakes, like aftershocks. Forever hungry.
Bleed on, in the head, in the eyes. The squinting, bleeding eyes. Legacy of a rat, sluring, snipping, slinking the tail. Undignified, uncivilized, a true rodent. Do anything for a little cheese. Anything at all.