when I was five years old
my memories, how they are cold
winter trips to the park
lying in bed, scared of the dark

when I was ten years old
I needed someone I could hold
just a crush, no romance
because I was afraid to dance

when I was fifteen years old
I had watched my life unfold
like a wolf without a pack
or a turtle on its back

when I was twenty years old
my stories were left untold
hiding in my private hell
like a turtle in its shell

when I was twenty-five years old
my sight not pretty, to behold
I reached for my pocket knife
cut some change into my life

when I was thirty years old
I saw a fool without the gold
the mirror still my only friend
five years closer to the end

if I manage to survive
soon I will be thirty-five
lots of candles and a cheer
my whole life, defined by fear

do you agree with the terms and conditions?
my parents signed for me, and that was the end of it
if I did not choose to come into this world
tell me, what do I owe anyone?

I REJECT your claims, your logic is faulty
you have failed to convince me of the necessity
of anything, really
if this world is overpopulated
is the death of a child even a tragedy?

I HAVE TO? for my own good?
how the years have proved me right
fortunate that you can fall back on selective memory
if all your time is spent surviving
is life worth living?

flawed reasoning and tunnel vision
powerless against even a single independent mind
most unfortunate
that it's still stuck to a body

please, continue with your *******
you have failed to convince me of the necessity
of saving
the human race

artists I implore you; your finest work is needed
I CAN believe the news; another brain defeated
send me your brightest cloud; let me live amongst your stars
please be my soothing shroud; let me dance on top of cars
until this world is cured; from human stupidity
I'm smiling next to you; in silent lucidity

After thinking about it
I've decided that the right answer to every question is:
“I'll think about it.”

living beyond twenty-seven
this monkey not gone to heaven
the years decidedly unkind
doubting the beauty of my mind

I tried looking in the mirror
but the picture wasn't clearer
something was supposed to happen
just the sound of one hand clapping

did I not have a ton of dreams?
I remember still in my teens
all I wanted for my birthday
blank spaces to fill with wordplay

it seems all I do is compile
collaging words copying style
devoid of original thought
my younger self very distrought

I keep hiding in faceless rhyme
can't envision a bigger crime
a popstar with a silver spoon
voice forever on auto-tune

oh my darling to be

asphyxiated in your dreadlock
hammered by your toes, right on the head
but first
please grant this lonely *******
the kiss
of your inverted ******

slowly picking off all your petals
darling tell me
when will I finally be allowed
to drown
in your freckles

my dearest USELESS brain
could you for ONCE just NOT make sense?
tell that HOPELESS squeeze toy in my chest
that she did NOT leave me for him
she was ABDUCTED
and just has the WORST case of Stockholm syndrome