Nerve

Oh, hello there! The German businessman can certainly be distinguished By always wearing a ponytail with his suits The German businessman commands your attention When he speaks out loud, the whole world goes on mute The German businessman loves the streets best He takes priority seats because he's not like the rest The German businessman's fiscal year end Is completely penned in a skyward trend Nothing is sacred Nothing is said, nothing is pure Tragedy becomes comedy The German businessman's a powerful lover An aerodynamic, super-slick cover The German businessman has no good dance His favorite sport is classical house trance The German businessman has a proposal for you But you're free to deny if you so choose The German businessman's amphetamine high He'll beat you to the punch You can bet your right eye Nothing is sacred Nothing is safe Nothing is pure Tragedy becomes comedy Nothing is sacred Nothing is safe Nothing is pure Tragedy becomes comedy The German business man drinks bottles of menthol liquor To keep the breath fresh and confidence thicker The German business man likes quiet music with his meal He's like the autobahn and pure speed is his deal The German business man's the ultimate kissing fix He hasn't paid for a bus ride since nineteen ninety six The German business man's a lovable guy When he gets his nails done, he gets them galvanized You're not living, you're not not living it You're not living, you're not not living it You're not living, you're not not living it You're not living, you're not not living! Nothing is sacred Nothing is safe Nothing is pure Tragedy becomes comedy Nothing is sacred Nothing is safe Nothing is pure Tragedy becomes comedy

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 23, 2026

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I feel like something profound and meaningful should be espoused from this platform; words wise beyond their years - a message of some purpose or consequence. There is nothing. I pretend to dig deep, but the words are passionless, derivative…the sentiment is painfully Hollow. Slumped over in a chair once hoped forgotten, facing enemies passed as quick fixes to greater, deeper set issues. Suitable diction proves elusive – as my mind dances like a mongoose ‘round a cobra - but I’ll bury broken muses; my own hidden Burgess Shale. Pull up Another black hood, warming my cold weathered hands, curl up in lose fit flannel and self-preserve

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 23, 2026

I'm not blaming her Logic keeps me bound Keeps the pieces in check And every beginning Has its orchestrated conclusion This is a lack Of everything that was claimed To have stood for This is a lack Of everything that was claimed To have stood for A lack; skittering and unapologetic Within the eye of the storm Taking refuge in small comforts, easy answers Playing Judas and shirking accountability A serious lack That was wrong It wasn't okay It wasn't okay No, no, I'm not okay No, no, I'm not okay This is goodbye to the man you once knew Or did not; It doesn't matter anymore It doesn't matter anymore This is goodbye to the man you oncе knew

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 23, 2026

Have to keep my words close Keep them safe and keep them succint So much has changed But I can't tell just how thoroughly Maybe this ice age Is reaching its twilight And we're reading too far Into the damage done Maybe there is still hope Maybe this is ridiculous Expression is suicide Admittance: sure death Have to keep my words close Keep them safe and keep them succinct So much has changed But I can't tell just how thoroughly Maybe this ice age Is reaching its twilight And we're reading too far Into the damage done Granite to steel, familiar bookends To this chronically distorted heightened perceptive state I hate this hell This is weakness This is forfeit Do it! Oh fuckin' shit! Maybe there is still hope Maybe this is ridiculous Expression is suicide Admittance: sure death

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 23, 2026