Bliss Bus Mask

But you gotta
bliss bus mask on

as you breeze by bright
monoliths of business

and doom bass booms
from black cars

and an old man drives by
with smiling eyes

in a weathered leather face
blessed with the subtle grace

you seek in a loud casino
with the gentle lamps of your eyes

dizzied by obvious prizes
which dull you to the bliss

that could lift you out of this
mess of dazzling noise

but instead you spend your strength
just struggling up from the pit

and that’s your bliss bus
mask my man

striving for the sanity
of a smiling old man



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