"That Which Does Not Smash"
(vonHummer)
May your eyes glow like neon apostrophes, may your teeth flash like knives, may your voice blast like a siren for catastrophes when your moment arrives, but if you find out that’s not what you’re about, you can come back and I’ll share my corned beef hash,
Though there is no hope for and nothing of value in that which does not smash…
May your hair wave like a flag in a hurricane, may your song be white gold, may your life be refined like a harvest of sugar cane, may your cool not turn cold, I’ll be around if you tire of the fountains of youth and the mountains of soft, hot cash
Though there is no hope for and nothing of value in that which does not smash…
Some live out a legend, all the rest of us pass on like unfounded rumors, some rise up to master the beast with a billion eyes known as the Great White Consumer…
May a farm boy paste your face on his bedroom wall, may you get the best seat, may those of importance not screen your calls, may you sweat not the heat, I’m still your friend even if you should end up face down in the backlot with yesterday’s trash
Though there is no hope for and nothing of value in that which does not smash…