Briefly Universal

One headline and you've solved the lot One scroll and now you see A war, a map, a name to spit Like that's the whole reveal You get that look when blood goes live Half smugness, half appeal A rented theory in your mouth Like that's the bloody real There you are Big man now "It's simple really"—that's your tell That flat-pack little line A hundred years crushed down to fit The one blunt groove you ride One cause, one snake, one holy key One word to make it plain You can't hold truth, you want something to say To throw and call it thought There you are World in hand You like to think you've seen the gears Behind the smoke and bribe But all you've got's a favourite sin And the single gear in your mind No, saying one neat thing ain't depth No, naming bastards isn't sight You take a mess too big to hold And cut it down till you look right And if I don't kneel at your one-line truth You give that soaked, offended stare As if doubt were some moral flaw Not proof you're barely there But all you've done is trim the world Till even you can wave it round A vast machine made pocket-sized For your half-lit little mind There you are Tall for once One war One line One idiot Feeling fine