I Need Your Help (by Doug Funnie)
My help? You sneak in my mansion?
And ask me to dance in the awkwardest fashion?
Evade half my security faction
just to have this interaction
about a bus ticket? Doesn’t ring true.
Don’t think we’ve met but I’ve heard of you.
If what I’ve heard is true, it’s the lam you’re on.
Somebody goes missing then somebody else goes gone,
like he doesn’t want to be located.
You need the don’s expertise, you’d best believe he’s getting compensated.
And I’m agitated a little bit.
I feel it’s a bit inconsiderate,
in the midst of a plot that’s so intricate,
to make it a problem I have to be intimate
with. The red in your ledger is ever increasing.
Funnie I’m telling you this is the reason:
you could be pleasing yourself in the mirror one day and think your whole life’s perfect;
by the next bedtime you find you live in some kind of nightmare circus.
It happens to all of us, you’ve got my sympathy.
That’s what I’m calling this. You can be rid of me
for the price of your prompt egress.
I don’t think this could cost you less.
Take that bargain, make your way.
Don’t think of yourself as a castaway,
just think of yourself as a little in over your head.
And nobody’s better off dead.