Picture this:

You're at work
in your little
cubicle.
Doing nothing
too important.
Emailing this,
filling out that.
Talking to Bill,
George, Hank and Ken.
Laughing merrily
about some *****
that Hank ******
on Saturday.
When suddenly
BANG!

It hits you.

That feeling
deep in the pit
of your gut.
No, you're not
hungry.
Well not for food, anyway.
The feeling that slaps
you across
the face,
is the feeling
of emptiness.

It comes out of
nowhere
and stings like ****.
"What am I
doing?"
You ask yourself.
"Where am I
going,
what am I DOING?!"

Ok, maybe not that dramatic.
But it still hurts.
And it still stings.
And you don't know
what to do.
So you excuse yourself.
Head to bathroom
and look in the mirror.
You're sweating.
Your heart beats
at the rate it would
if you were doing
some heavy work.
Lifting a big pile
of clothes
and running down
a
long
flight
of
stairs.
And you don't know why.

But then you
do know why.
It's because you're
wasting your
******* time.
"You're dying, man."
Your brain tells you.
"You're
*******
dying
here."

I don't care
for *******.
You talk and
I don't hear it.
Blah, blah, blah,
just close your mouth.
Wah, wah, wah,
all you do is pout.

playing with bright light.
desperate to make it right.
everything is a muddy fight.
when you shoot on sight.
everyone's got their gripe,
marginalized into hate or like.

so take the time out.
breathe, breathe in and out.
I never meant to shout.
but then things got too loud.
things always get too loud.

you walk around like nothing's wrong.
I sit down and time is long.
feeling like a little, useless pawn.
where can I find the comfort to lay down?
why don't you just go on your way?
no one here asked you to stay.

My love is still
in your northern latitude,
a long way to reach
your southern longitude

Give me a man with a beard and tattoos
a passion for books and a love of the blues,
a sharp sense of humour, his outlook carefree
and a belly that jiggles, no six packs for me. 

Give me a man who can't help but sing,
who sees beauty in raindrops and other such things,
one that laughs at my faults and excites at my plans
one that's proud to tell everyone that he's my man.

Then I'll give him a woman that smiles oh so proudly
and proclaims love undying from rooftops, quite loudly
I'd take care of him as he takes care of me
a happier duo you never will see.

Send him my way tightly wrapped in a bow,
I'll handle with care and unwrap nice and slow
this gift from the heavens sent here from above,
then I'll drag him upstairs and near **** him with love.

I cough up green dye
see through cobwebs until i
die or get coffee early as i
speak with Jesus and practice being good    nightly
long into the night
psalms and burning candles at both ends is
what i seem to be good at
swear on dead saints graves
put away when
i gets woke
the can of beer i slept with
into the refrigerator. Consider,
I make special amends, when i get back from working
and find that beer and strain it,
Make sure no roaches float in it.