Eavesdropping On A Phone Call

I over heard my wife's phone conversation with her sister. She was telling her sister that God had been crashing, and smashing some of her idols lately. As a result of my listening, I was moved to write this. I hope you like it.

Crashing

by Anthony Coughlin

Crashing

Crashing

my statues came crashing down-down-down

Crashing

Crashing

all my treasures were dashed to the ground

Oh, I tried to pick up the pieces

but there were too many to count

I crawled in the dirt

and I fumbled around

as I searched for the jewels of my crowns

Crashing Crashing

my dummies came crashing down-down-down

Crashing

Crashing

my reverie’s fading out

these ventriloquial puppets seem to’ve lost all the stuffing

now their handler’s pulling his big guns out

the pain’s hard to stomach

but the reign from the Bludgeon

keeps bringing my images down

Crashing

Crashing

my pinups are falling down-down-down

Crashing

Crashing

me and my favorites are falling-out

through the settling mist

kicked up from the fists

all bloodied from punching my pipe dreams out

I see a disfigured

man on a single

Bludgeon

--He’s bleeding out

Crashing

Crashing

my cash I can’t cash in now-now-now

Crashing

Crashing

I’m left to leave it on the ground

As I sit on the hill

amidst all my thrills

the Aftermath’s gazing down-down-down

a pitiful cretan

who sees he’s been beaten

at the Bludgeon

in dust

I’ve been found

Crashing

Crashing

my statues came crashing down-down-down

Crashing

Crashing

all my treasures were dashed to the ground

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