You never
thought I'd
say never.
Get Clever.
**** a sickle from the star,
******' stick it in a cross.
******' vinegar, I'm hot.
I don't dance a lot.
Pull it it back
like a bow,
you'll never know
what I'm talking about,
I'll just throw
my paint at
the canvas, let it
work itself out.
Pucker up and tuck
it in. **** it up
and bless your sin.
Keep the privileged in their place
and keep the simple in their space,
there is no common you can't erase.
Too many
******' problems,
you wish
you
could
******' solve 'em.
Too much hate?
Your heart
has never had
to participate.
******' lonely?
You've got
too much
on your plate.
Reciprocate.
The surface,
the focus,
I'm sure of all of this.
Get clever.
In all seriousness,
I hate to say it's not an art that's improvised, it's more like you camp out, waiting, sitting, wishing, thinking, eating, waiting, sitting, wishing, thinking. Praying like **** for the the snare that you set up in an half assed attempt, like always, ******* hoping it comes through for you. Pathetic isn't it?
I've got too many ideas and as these dimwits stare at the bright light behind me I get sadder.
You're probably getting madder, like I'm a ******* ingrate, It's not too late to call me out because I've just begun my tirade.
Unreadable, I know.
If you made it this far I've got to say, you are completely frivolous, and forlorn;
for that I salute you, and realizing this is all in bad taste, I bid you goodnight.
****, that was fast. Didn't even get to what I meant to.