I'm asking Myself why I'm Broke as ****....

Starting to feel as if this moment is Someone's Joke, "What's up........?"

Legs can't move, I'm Stuck.

I sound a little like What the ****, Chuck......

Got to Remind Myself to Grab Life by the *****, and Strut My Stuff.

Can't forget to Weave and Duck.......

Throw My Right Arm in the Air, Make a Fist,
and Pump that Wrist.....

Pump My Fist,
and Insist that I Don't Quit....

While shouting, I'm going to "Uh, Get" this *****.

I'm going to Scream, & Spit.......

Tell Myself "You've Got This ****."

You don't think I'm sick of this nasty
tasting place
With all the hustle and bustle, full of
pointless waste of empty space
Not one familiar face in this town of
go get'rs, and newspaper ******'s
Not one spot to sit, possibly
soak up some sun
Take My daughter out where,
to a park full of bums
So run, go hide, blame me for the ride
Just remember that blame only kills
me inside
No freeway no exit no stopping this
rush
Remember, it's Me-Your Everything
Not some freaking skezzer, or crazy
*** crush
Just for the record or note to
Myself.....
I hate the taste of my own disgrace
as I taste those nasty tears running
down my face
Don't forget, you to
Have been in my place