My Big Feet Have Got It All Figured Out


I never really believed in miracles and the power of karma.
I get weak when told that bodies don't need to heal.
I've got it all figured out.

In an effort to get them off my back, I run.
I'm a cryptid with a troubled past and a string of insecure teeth
who throws massive hands up in the air at the first hint of a sound in the woods.

Well, I want you to look in my dark eyes when I say, to you,

“Let me tell you 'bout
poets with big feet
and saints with big feet
and saviors with big feet.
The hunters want my life.
I've escaped them all.
The gurgles of Death suffuse the background.”

I'm a cryptid with a troubled past and a string of insecure teeth
who throws massive hands up in the air at the first hint of a sound in the woods.
My Big Feet Have Got It All Figured Out