broken cart before the horse

      this is a lonely fucking planet. when you don't trust a soul.  The people here can be so dumb and cruel and if i'm lucky i will bind myself to one.  
      then we will fight a duel.  
for some mawkish lame gruel  
straight ripped from nerve pool  
that's suppose't to mean renewal  
a low supply left in this spool  
 
not the way  
to approach  
what could be  
not so cruel  
 
if just kept to the rule  
you can't kick out the stool  
 
but sometimes you can't fight  
you're a callous old fool  
irredeemably trite  
it can steal life from light  
 
like a broke parasite  
binding fools to your plight  
stoop yourself like a mite  
 
 kite my last rite  
keep myself from your sight  
 
just to spare you some cruel  
undesirable fool