See I think I have been duped again
I am not apologetic for his actions
I cannot believe this obscenity
Is what excuse I have for our reality.

This is not my favorite day
I have no idea about the chickens in the truck
But **** -
Please realize I am not playing
And everyone else can **** a ****.

Help not the idiot without an excuse
I let too many people claim honesty
And believe.

Like suicide I shall begin again
And then....

Blood and desert, sand and stone
Making more of time alone.
Wasted memory is death unplugged
I am nothing but on the rug.
I hate life when I am just a myth,
If I squint I almost see it.
Jack and Jill cannot climb that hill
If neither has legs, and there's no pail.

Not and then again a kind of annoyance I see here taking place.
I am smiling when I get out of this place.

So fake. The taparoo he speaks of
And less than elevated is my mood as I await the verdict of my income status.

This is what happens...
When one is not of the workman's habits,
Thus is moi.

Whoa! I had not known
Rendering the lone, clone, honed
Underwear so blown out of its natural positioning:
It is not me but his epiphany.

Simply riveting this horor movie ***** and all her galore.

(Yawn)
I'm bored.

good grief** shrieks the silence I have not obtained
Yet still optimistically await inside the corridor of mind chatter I am.

Yes man, I'd scram if that's your plan - it demands too many details
From those who have less substance that whispers from mutes to deaf ears.

He is not real; I am not allowing the nots!
He is just real and perfect for me...
I am secretly affected to transmutation of myself into a silly girl.
Do not reveal
what I have just revealed.

No telling how I strategized this maneuver,
With subconsciousness in the captain's chair
No co-pilot at hand.
I am very hopeful for the self to not this time ruin
Whatever he sees that he seeks to be near-to...
Wish me luck on that one, too... I know I shall
Get this one and not have it unveiled as another

All possibilities do stand open and waiting our choices to live
Our story so good it is certainly outlawed and classified
So good it is we almost forget we really just wanted to die
When I ran into him in the street that night.

If this should switch again
I shall not enjoy any more breath!
I am undone by notions of Perhaps -
Corroding no more this connected love lust lock!
I will not leave random by tantrum
Nor charge fare...
All the while, he sweetly poisons my blood.
No remedy? Found hidden solace in a bottle
As Indigo, quoted, backs into bitter ends.
Ending as opposite me is said aloud,
And vow to smile more all the while.
Adoring tingly over the self I've styled!
Smile, smile. Smile a while and breathe...
Breathe.