Randy

Randy brings a symbol when a gun would do the job He’s always checkin’ numbers while his family’s being robbed Randy comes from south of where the people are alive Randy walks into the mall with oxen and a scythe Randy holds degrees from several online schools of thought He’s never been legitimate though he once gave it a shot Randy holds the keys to open nothingness for good Randy knows that everything is made of softwood  Randy isn’t sorry, he won’t rehabilitate He won’t admit there’s innocence or guilt or heaven’s gate Randy is above, so far that he is underneath Randy makes a living off of recycled belief Randy has a dog but it doesn’t have a name He doesn’t have to call it, it just comes when he’s ashamed Randy poured himself into a life that couldn’t hold Randy split the sides and then got busy getting old 　 Randy was uncomfortable but then he thought it out He was once perfected but he found an escape route Randy rides a horse so big it cannot be denied Randy has a truthful lie branded on his side Randy was a smoker ‘till he gave it up again He could not commit, even to that kind of thing Randy doesn’t know it but he soon will be replaced Randy’s gonna find out what it’s like to be erased CHORUS Randy’s never troubled when he’s cancelled and denied Randy holds his head up underwater, chained and tied Randy has a secret that can burn without a flame Nothing is the thing that can with certainty be claimed. Randy went to Jupiter to speculate a deal He ended up on Saturn, stranded, wishing he could feel Randy sat down every time he thought of getting up Randy can predict the day when beauty will erupt Randy lost his license to have righteous points of view He could not be contained or changed or even be renewed Randy holds a card that says what cannot be defined Randy is right here but is impossible to find  Randy posed a question once but then he took it back He didn’t think it made much sense to give out that much slack Randy doesn’t mind if no one ever hears his name Randy is immune to any transitory fame Randy gets attention from the way he doesn’t speak He’s run out of cork to plug the holes that want to leak Randy holds the cards that hide the secret to despair Randy is so happy when he gets to visit there  Randy wasn’t born and so he will never die He is just a thought that seeks to go to you from I Randy’s not offended. Randy isn’t real Randy can’t be screwed by some rotten, random deal Randy runs an orphanage just north of where he’s from He gave it up ten times but still he could not get it done Randy isn’t proud to say that he’s a slave to love Randy gives what he can give but that is not enough  Randy has the collar of an ordinary man He is an aristocrat who lives on bread and jam Randy stops at nothing because that is where he ends Randy gave up living but keeps getting born again Randy wrestles alligators, snakes and bears for fun He does volunteer work and he regularly runs Randy never tells us just what he has on his mind Randy’s under pressure to give us some sort of sign CHORUS Randy’s never troubled when he’s cancelled and denied Randy holds his head up underwater, chained and tied Randy has a secret that can burn without a flame Nothing is the thing that can with certainty be claimed. Randy is inscrutable and often isn’t fair He has pre-paid tickets so he doesn’t have to care Randy is impossible to ever understand Randy built a house with rocks that formerly were sand Randy told a joke that caused the world to go insane He rolled out infinity then rolled it up again Randy’s been subpoenaed for some petty form of crime Randy’s never happy but he’s having a good time CHORUS Randy’s never troubled when he’s cancelled and denied Randy holds his head up underwater, chained and tied Randy has a secret that can burn without a flame Nothing is the thing that can with certainty be claimed. Peter White © 2007, All Rights Reserved.