The Sad, Sad Story of Handsstill and Regrettel

7.24.2021

 

We…

Hold these truths

To be self-evident

 

They…

Withhold all truths

To fit their narrative

 

We’re…

Live and let live

Don’t tread on me

 

They’re…

Take and no give

What’s yours belongs to me

 

They flip that story

Handy

But their witches house

Is made of candy

 

The Handsstill’s and Regrettel’s

Think it’s all dandy

All fat and happy in their cages

While the world around them rages

 

They won’t catch on

Until it’s too late

When they hear the clang

Of the lock on the oven gate

 

When you live like sheep

The wolves control your fate

The sheep count themselves

They count themselves to sleep

They’re prey to wolves

Their souls to eat

 

The sad, sad tale

Of Handsstill and Regrettel

The house may be of candy

But leaves a taste of gun metal

 

And though Handsstill

Lives up to his name

Got his hand fill

From the government landfill

 

His hands still

Not working hands

They only fill

From government plans

 

His sister won’t do the same

Until they learn

They’re only pawns

In the government’s game

 

Then Regretttel will regret all

But doesn’t know it yet

Not smart enough

To place that bet

 

Regrettel doesn’t regret it now

Too busy smokin’ weed

The gov won’t allow

 

It may help her relax

But if the gov

Don’t get its tax

Gonna cut that stem

Gonna cut that stim

 

And we know it ‘cause

 

We…

Hold these truths

To be self-evident

 

They…

Withhold all truths

To fit their narrative

 

We’re…

Live and let live

Don’t tread on me

 

They’re…

Take and no give

What’s yours belongs to me

 

They flip that story

Handy

Their witches house

May be made of candy

 

But leaves a taste of gun metal

Won’t learn until it’s too late

Thus the sad, sad tale

Of Handsstill and Regrettel