God is made in my image
A man full of fear
Grimacing as my looks diminish
The one I see in the mirror
God is made in my image
A skittish sinning queer
Swimming in a sea of despair
Shaking behind this veneer
God is made in my image
A fine vintage of yesteryear
Winning a high percentage
Pillaging villages on this sphere

Friends until the end they say
But they twist and bend
That word
Like blazing hot iron
Until they can defend
Looking to the sky and whistling
When you shuffle by you still miss them
I muzzle myself without raising a question.
Do that enough times you’ll go crazy
But here in fantasy land y’all still praise me
I’ll say this as affably as I can convey
Stay the **** away from me
Before
I start lobbing grenades your way
I’m done articulating
Or trying to persuade anyone
To be my friend
Until the end

So here’s my confession
I grabbed a bottle of pills
and 750 mils of Crystal Head
To cure all my ills
But I woke up a zombie instead
Waves of emotions swept over me like a tsunami
Threadbare sanity was lost to existential dread
Like when Hannity wept when Biden was too far ahead.
The pain in my head kept spreading
I couldn’t explain why
So I grabbed a ******* drill
Shrill voices and ghosts evacuated my head
I was turned inside out, raw and red
Still all my choices reverberated in the hills
So I went back to the lab
With my pen and pad
Clickety clack clickety clack
My thumb hit that button
Monotonous motion
Trying to extract
From a bottomless stack
Numb emotions that I volleyed forth and back
Silly me seriously thought
Spilling black ink deliriously
Would be better than being cast away in a padded pen

It’s one been of those days
Filled with so much pain
My tears are falling down like mother ******* rain
I’m bawling
As I’m trying to call out your name
But you’re gone
You left with a dude named John
That was probably a shrewd move
Since all I do
Is brood, place blame
And eat copious amounts of food
I can still hear your Mad Hatter laughter
Pointing as I got fatter
It’s disappointing I can’t control my own bladder
So I’ll just sit here while I moan and blather
Maybe stroke my bone but I’d really rather
Steal you back from that ******* bloke
Baby I’ll do that thing where I choke you
With a black telephone cord
Until your face turns 40 shades of blue
And your heart races like a revved up Ford
We will work ourselves into a lather
Our sweaty bodies will **** and spasm
A spontaneous simultaneous ******
After we’re through we will laugh and say
Pointing to the grocery store clerk
Clean up in aisle two you voyeuristic ****

I’m at the crossroads again
Have to make a decision but I don’t know where to begin
A bloated incision is about to burst
What’s gonna pop out
Hopefully a grin
Cuz it’s been days since the sunshine hit my face

This **** stings it really hurts
With every step my tears hit the dirt
With every breath I surrender self worth
So I speak of death with every word

The mystique of leaving paints every verse
Techniques roll slowly by like a hearse
Reading the holy guides won't coerce
I'm sliding off this ******* perverse Earth

Gliding over to the closet to grab my steel
I decided to **** back during my last meal
Jesus's flock awaits as does Ezekiel's wheel
The pearly gates unlock with a wretched squeal

Even in utter darkness
Deprived of all my senses
I can still hear her calling out my name
If I had arms I would reach out
To touch the subtle wave
Of her tantalizing voice
But this is my hell
Unattainable
Untouchable
Forevermore on continuous loop
No matter how hard I try
To claw at my soul
Your sticky sweet voice
Reverberates in the aether
In every crack and space
Of eternity
This is my hell
My hell
My hell
My hell