The Sad Bastard Book Club, “Fuck Heart Attacks! Attack Hearts!” from 2009’s You Gave it Your Best… Unfortunately, that’s not Saying Much:
Crying wolf and crying foul,
all of the sob stories and the scowls.
It’s hard to think objectively
with all these songs of pity.Your heart is not needed here anymore.
(Your thoughts only confuse you.)
Keep filling it up and you’ll leave through the floor.
(Keep moving forward.)Ironic detachment
gives you the leeway
for all the careless things
that you and your friends say.Mocking the broken and fucking around—
(your thoughts always elude you)—
it’s a small comfort, it’s the only type we’ve found.
(Keep moving backwards.)Of what we’ve become, we are not proud—
(Your thoughts define you.)
just another hungry face in a blood-thirsty crowd.
(Keep moving backwards.)The heart’s just a muscle—
it always fails—
causing us weakness,
and no end of ails.