A measure of health
How strong the poison fumes you choose
Suicide Machismo in disguise
I guess
It just seemed cool to not care
But I see the point
Jeez

I fell down three flights of stairs
But that wasn’t a bad trip
Compared to where I was last night.

Just let me talk so I can see what I think
And decide if I think that’s alright
Because I often get it wrong
And I never finish songs
Or even short stories
I write

Say something
Then later
The “me” act
Seems so fake

This will be next
“Why did I write that fake bs?”

Jack of all weirdos
Keep your eyes off the prize
Set your sights on the crumbs
They’re your piece of the pies

Once King of the misfits
Twice a Joker to Queens
Better luck grasping straws
Than reaching brass rings

Different than a comfort enthusiast
This drive
Being my main motivator,
I have discerned its agenda
Like a sudent or a detective
Over time as its preferences
Emanate from me

Jack of all weirdos
Keep your eyes off the prize
Set your sights on the crumbs
They’re your piece of the pies

Once a prince among weirdos
Twice a ****** to queens
More gained grasping at straws
Than at ******* brass rings