The thought process leaves my head in a ***,
Unable to move, yet blabber I must.
Continue to dig deep until I rot
While my perspiration drops into dust.
The story is hidden within this head.
No one can hear it unless they come near.
Neck down in a *** does not bring the bread.
All turn away to instead spread some cheer.
One eye open is the path I’ll foresee
When my crooked teeth won’t let me smile.
My ears turned my direction to hear me
And me, only, when I’ve caught denial.
Mind in the gutter, mindless in the ***.
Can’t run away anymore, I am caught.