BBQ out the bad

Please let me trip all over myself
fall face first upon my sword
just to give you that feeling
of having that very last word

Please let me just fly, dear,
to the wayside, way aside
sideways to your desires, love,
where you think I ought reside

Don't think, no, don't stop to see
thinking might just mean,
oh my, to show you anew
so very differently

Are not you so angry now
angry at everything you want
aren't you so picture perfect
swimmin' in that swamp

A t.v. show embodied
a sitcom humors' sad
but over here in poverty
we BBQ out the bad

but stand back while I
swan dive into this muck
simply 'cuz you beg for it
for sh*t to turn to f*ck.