chronic feelings of emptiness

hey! janitor! come over here!
there’s glass on the floor,
and aren’t sharp shards hazardous?
c’mon, janitor, do your job
and sweep it all away!

what caused the glass to get there?
well, i saw this statue, hanging
above the ground by a thread
like a goddamn chandelier
and the string went snap
and the statue went crash!

why’s there so much blood?
good question! it’s not mine!
the statue bled as it shattered
and it’s stained my clothes,
isn’t it gross? i need a shower!

and i can’t walk anywhere
without the crunch of broken glass,
how inconvenient, right?
hey, janitor! hurry up!
c’mon, sweep it all away!