every day i chop the wood

every day
i chop the wood
inch a little closer
away from your comfort zone
but closer
yes
you must know that
i am a lumberjack
and i don't care
a butcher
puts food on the table
mouths to feed
provider
for what
i never ask
pat yourself on the back
to box me in
pine
to your world view
the way you must divide
then subdivide
til the numbers add up
you're a fucking genius
a humble one at that
and we are all
just full of shit
flawed
self-important
myopic
you do the math
oh you did
it's all in your numbers
perverse
we all must die
you're a demi-god
oh my god
but me
every day i chop the wood
that my casket might be done
when your math figures
add up to no end
or
you know what i mean
oh casket
of finest oak
see my gravest face
on my way
each and every day
the finest oak
i hope you're happy
now
you wizard
you demi-god
now
that you see me
like noah
so prepared
so resigned
to chop
chop chop
get ready....