So you got yourself a gun
Tell me something son
What do you think life will bring
That requires that kind of "protection"

So you got yourself a gun
What could occur
That will result in cold steel and hot lead
Creating burning pain and decaying flesh
Bodies overcrowding hospital beds

So you got yourself a gun
For hunting the less intelligent for sport
To hang pelts on your mantle
To brag about conquest as frivolous as the wax from a melted candle

So you got yourself a gun... What were you thinking of?

It's Funny
i never saw you this way when we first met
but now I keep imagining you on top of me
hot and wet
it's a hard thought to shake
you grinding against my member
I think I've finally knocked it out
but it comes back around like December

it's funny because the lines aren't blurred
we're both sober our speech isn't slurred
but when I lay alone I become drunk with lust
and this aching desire to sip and drink from your cup
I can't keep thinking about you like this
it's unhealthy for us both, like an uncomfortable itch.

AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAGAHAGAHAHAHAHAHAHA

FINALLY THE WORLD IS MINE
IVE BEATEN ALL RESISTANCE INCLUDING DIVINE
SO FINALLY I CAN TAKE THIS EARTH SO PRIMITIVE
AND SHAPE IT THE WAY I SEE FIT

I'LL TAKE THE EIFFEL TOWER AND REMAKE IT AS A ROCKET
I'LL TAKE THE SOUTHWEST AND SINK IT SO THE SOIL CAN SOFTEN
THE WORLD NOW BOWS BEFORE MY BOOTED HEEL
SO I COULD CARE LESS ABOUT HOW YOU FEEL

I'LL DEMAND THAT THE POETS CORNER USERS COMMENT CONSTANTLY
WHETHER THE PIECE IS GOOD OR BAD CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS WELCOME YOU SEE
I'D VAPORIZE RUSH LIMBAUGH, I'D CRUSH BILL O'REILLY'S SPINE..

at least.. that's what I'd say If the world was mine

Could you be loved,
Like those clouds in the sky?
Could you be loved even if
Death passed you by?

Could you be loved by another
Both giving your all?
Could you be loved
When your back is against the wall

No i couldn't.

Because nothing from nothing brings nothing like Billy Preston said, and though i sincerely and soberly wish this fact never entered my head, inside i feel as if my soul is dead
The spark of joy not gone but fading and love clearly isn't enabling
Me to get up and get started on making myself even better than what i was
So maybe I'll stick to crying like those doves

You'll have to forgive my lack of rhyme, honestly there hasn't been much on my mind but by digging into my past i'm positive ill find something worth putting into rhyme
So i'm gonna guess and say that, dear reader, you're new to poetry and you may wonder what writing these strange thoughts down will do for me, you see poets tend to reopen old wounds, you may think its crazy but its as normal to us as lunch at noon
So intentionally scabbing ourselves is par for the course,
so why, oh why is the pain we feel still like a brillo pad, very coarse?
well basically although  to you were insane, but to us expressing our feelings and pain, is our claim to fame

Now normally I'm not one to criticize but those who use what I say against me may die
You *****, you low down hypocrite you were the one who encouraged me to pick up my pen again and make words and rhymes blend, now every time I have emotions and put them to the page you get enraged when I ask for feedback you act like every single time I spill ink you think I'm writing about you **** no you're not worth the brain space but I can tell you in this place this poem is about you I doubt you can understand why it hurts pouring these words from my pen and hand because you got me off of my self imposed island you warmed up the cold heart of BRANDON but now that voice in the back of his head Nero has to rise from the dead and blast ya *** I hoped and prayed that it wouldn't be you of all people I have to lyrically slay but it's like **** with Dre day and everybody's celebrating now I'm gonna release all that dirt like I'm ******* my ego is deflating my rage inflating I'm thru with your *** you keep degrading me every time I come to you vulnerable I get stabbed in the back **** that you can eat my asscrack before I even think about inboxing you back

Over the river and through the woods
off of the highway and into the hoods
through the south side heading downtown
we're driving until we run out of ground

my lady by my side and the pedal underneath
kissing her hand as my feet numb and begin to sleep
telling her I love her and kissing her adorable rosy cheeks
it's hard to keep my eyes on the road
because her natural beauty is far from the mold

We arrive in the city downtown to be precise
we step out of the car to stares, I know we look nice
Holding her hand and being able to say
If we finally went over the edge together,
in madness, with you I'll stay :)

Lady you're a gem
and no I'm not just flirting
or trying to be disconcerting
you are a gem.

The most frustrating for any decent guy to witness
Is to see a girl be with a complete ***** it's like it's masochism do you enjoy getting your heart broken or just never learn to try the guy that's soft spoken?

I'm not saying be naive, not everybody you date is meant for marriage the house and the baby carriage but you'd save yourself pain and the emotional baggage
if you left the *** that just wants to get in your pants alone, seriously, that's not the one you wanna take back home...

They say that you make a difference in your life by changing who's around you if that's the case I've been replaced so often I'm like a lizard in a grotto,

I'm pretty sure everybody since 8th grade hates and probably would spit on my grave, maybe throw more dirt on my name it drives me insane like a kamikaze without a plane

I hate having insecurity, but it was nurtured into me like breast milk or shaved silk I'm a human contradiction like a stereotypical scot without a kilt.

I've been stabbed with the sword and kicked with the hilt I know how I'm built but my rhymes awaken my inner guilt, I'd poetically be dead but death is boring it's dull like Latin class left me snoring exploring for a new way to end the pain I'd probably drop shots but the alcohol will poison my brain

I learned to crawl on basslines,
And learned to walk on the back beat,
I learned to read when i heard 4 or 5 bars
Delievered through the microphone.
And i learned how to dance when a DJ started scratching the records.
In other words, music is in my DNA
I'm a proud soul child and I'll gladly throw that flag on display.

There's so much about music that's strange and unique but,
There's always one thing thats constant.. the beat.
The heart of music that you can feel from the darkest ghettos and projects. All the way to the urban sprawl that is our cities.
The beat.

The apostles say that the love of money
Is the root of all evil
And the wit George Bernard Shaw said that the lack of money  is the root of all evil
I agree with both philosophies, but I won't put any money on it.
Well if money is evil, at this point it may seem to be a necessary one.
But money changes us it seems
Whether we aim to aspire above or live beyond our means.

But I can't Speak much on money, but I can tell you this
No matter how much money you have happiness comes from love and time spent with loved ones not being materialistic

Somedays you can't get rid of a bomb
Somedays you wanna know what's going on
Innocent blood spilled in the sand
of a far off eaten land

Somedays you win
Somedays you lose
Somedays you think am I really going to make the news?
found dead in the street, robbed or beat
is that what is my due?

Somedays you wonder
can life be once again simple
because now it's as difficult is picking off a pimple
or can I find the answer, in my girl's sweet dimples
because when she smiles it takes my breath away...
and I no longer worry about some days

When you want something
Unusual
In pleasure, there can also be pain
Sometimes brutal
There can be denial, or even
Just plain teasing
But that's what happens,
When you've discovered your kink
In an inkling
For some like to be dominated
Others like to be dominator
But in all reality who are we to judge
What makes life wonderful is how
Different we truly are

Some may want to know
why I chose to dig this hole
I'll do my best to explain
I hope this won't sound to strange

breathe

I dug this hole for myself
to shelter me from finding someone else
I already have been hurt many times before
because life is a test of both what you can love and endure

so rather than actively seek things out
I walked away from cupid's twisted speaking mouth
I try not to be bitter but it hurts to see
so many people finding who makes their heart complete.

So thanks life for ******* me over
thank you former friend I should've never gone for ya
thank you much for stripping me of
pride, confidence, and most of all ability to love

So I guess for awhile alone I'll stay
I'll probably get calls from mom "Why don't I have a grandbaby!"
Well sorry mom I keep getting stabbed
in the heart like it's a practice dummy

and I think it's funny that I was so stupid
to what people can do you'd think I wouldn't ve living proof that love is a twisted crazy old fiend that plays havoc with itself and bends on our dreams

I've found my personal paradise
Where the water is so clear it hurts my eyes
And Good and bad can go totally undisguised
I can see the sunshine raining into my underwater home
And the rain breaching the waves
It's so oddly peaceful watching the droplets collapse and cry into the sea

Aquas, dear aquas, I'm so glad you were revealed to me.
The lack of oxygen could suffocate an ordinary mortal
But you gave me the strength to persevere
To live in n the water I hold so dear

Allow me to rant like a vulture with no carrion, I'm carrying a burden that's stiffer than Shinsuke Nakamura revolving around something simple, my job.

Now let me start of by saying I like my job, it's simple and pays a decent wage
But I'm incensed at myself, it's a never ceasing rage

Because it's natural to want out of the nest, but dear old mom's job market is phasing out
And I'm caught between her and my own nagging self doubt

Because I want to move away, have my own Corner of the earth
But every time I want to get serious about this ambition I think of her being physically or financially hurt

So I'm stuck in a position that makes no sense

Maybe, just maybe that's why I'm incensed

Patriotism these days is sonething of a damning schism
Because people think you're supposed to love your country blindly and not offer opinions or criticism
Now through this piece I might ruffle feathers and hairs I might split them
But i have a point to get a across so please listen

Now first let's address the problem of racism
It's been a long time coming but I've got a lot of thoughts to be written
First off, I'm all for being proud of your heritage and knowing your roots
And I'm all for knowing your family history and being proud like an army troop
But every time I hear someone say "the black panthers were racist" or "all lives matter" I really have to stop myself from ruining their day
The black panthers were a pro Black group in a time were thar term almost didn't exist
When being black was enough to get you killed by anyone who was a trigger happy half wit.
Secondly, you claim because they supported black power they were racist.
Well they advocated for black power when blacks had no power, and it's with ease I can say this.

Drawn from the seed
whether that be hurt anger or greed
on life it feeds
punishing misdeeds
it's not a pestilence
but it strangely represents
not dead presidents
but precedents
and the presence of man
comprehends and demands
that we make a plan
to understand
this simple constant

Life in the city
always in the nitty gritty
if you can't make it here it'll offer no pity
a small town kid come to make it big?
warning you life here can be tricky

Hurry up I'm dreaming
like M83 you see at the stitches I'm steaming my sweats streaming down my face
trying to make my mark, or my space
on this crazy place I call home.

Riding the train
Seeing all the people go from one place to the next inside of 2 hours it's a little insane
how quickly life can move
but my question is
what can the city do for you?

I didn't go to my high school prom
I figured I'd confess that before my coffin goes across the pond
Why?  Well ill give you the 5 main reasons
The first being I didn't have anywhere near enough money to pay for everything during the season
The tuxedo, limo and tickets would've made my wallet scream TREASON

the second reason I didn't go to the star studded gatsby themed soiree
Was because I didn't ask anyone, and no one to me did the same
The third reason is exactly the same as the first
And it would be redundant to explain it in another verse

The final reason I didn't go is because to be quite frank I'm no good whatsoever at parties
And I didn't know half the people there oddly
Enough but this isn't rough to me
I'm glad I didn't go, yes seriously.

Don't you hate it when your train of thought is moving consistently and then something derails it?
Another idea or just a random thought pops into your head and displaces
Your concentration, this happens all too often now
With technology improving attention span goes down

and the more it goes down
the less kids play outside
and the less homework gets done

So as the sun sets all I can say is
Distractions are constant but attention you can afford to pay

you just gotta learn what you're paying to
and if the cause is really worth it because
the time you got on this here planet
is all you've got

I'd rather be alone
that have my sweet nature played
I'm not perfect by any means but loyal
is burned into me like a 3 dollar steak
I'm not a friendzone option
either you want me or you don't
don't keep talking to me to stroke your ego
because if you do I'll come for the throat
why is it you claim you want someone nice
but go for an insensitive *****?
all men are different down to our dzcks.
But if you just use the nice one that stayed around for emotional support
expect him one day to move on
He'll probably be the one you should've married
if you just made him like a shopping trip
and tried him on
Like I said I'd rather be alone forever
than have my heart taken advantage of whenever
so if you generally want me, then just tell me
because I'll turn on you faster than a shrunken sweater

If i still had passion id spend more than a healthy amount of time trying to figure the possibility of us out
but that dream was doused by the water of doubt

If a fire was still in my soul i would throw myself into loving you every second of every day
but sadly the flame has flickered out, my hearts been suffering a long winded. seemingly endless drought.

-Noir

I guess
I've been feeling listless
Physically I'm well
But I'm far from my best
I really want some excitement
But I don't know where to find it
I'm in a life based rut
But
I'm breathing, healthy and strong
And I know this slowdown won't last for long

Hey Santa,  I know I'm a little old
But I wanted to write this letter out before it gets too cold
I'm 19 now and my requests have changed
I went from wanting a Red Ryder BB gun, to a batman action figure, to wanting something to sooth my inner rage

But now Mr. Claus, written down on this page
Is what I want this year, no tears if you can't deliver it I'll be okay
I want to have vigor and purpose
Among the people of the world outside of these written verses
I want to have a lust for life that cannot be sated
The kind of burning passion for life that no one cares how it was created
Basically, Santa on Christmas morn
I want to be a kid again, hopefully that won't get stuck in comets horns

You, know I've given this some thought
and these following words come straight out of my heart.

Entitled.

That's everyone's favorite word to describe everyone my age
They seem to look at us with disdain, and in some cases blatant rage
But I gave it a day to simmer over
And you know what?
We are entitled. All of us are.
We're entitled to a world we didn't Choke to death with coal, fracking, poisoned water and cars.
We're entitled to an age when you don't get arrested and incarcerated for token up with some friends and blazing, or for protecting our loved ones ending up behind bars

You're right, we're entitled to an Era when you don't have to carry debt to the grave to pay off a 4 year investment
And a world where we can love and live as who we want, without judgement,
Now, I know put of shape while you read or hear this you might get bent.

Entitled.

You're right, but not in the way that you think
Because you've thrown everything at us but the proverbial kitchen sink.
But we're still here, and not going away.
Call us entitled all you want, but we're taking that word back today.

As most people know, owls are symbols of wisdom
As well as omens of ill tidings and lost hope
Abnormally the horned owl sits on a branch, its eyes staring, green and cold into the night sky
As the moonlight bends in a triangular prism

A gentle "hoot hoot" cuts softly into the air
Striking fear into the small rodents who would dare
To come out at night, and risk being devoured
So maybe, just maybe in the forest floor

We're those small rodents, due to all we have to endure
And the Owl is our predator, keeping us in check
Well, I've got news for you Mr. Owl, I'm not dead yet!

Anybody else hate assumptions
like you really come off as presumptuous
Its really very scrumptious the tea that I drink
when someone who knows nothing about something tries to speak what they think

Now, if you have an opinion on a topic, that's perfectly fine
If we disagree respectfully that's great, but that's not Who I'm discussing this time
I'm discussing people who don't know anything then flex like they have a functioning mind

you know the type Right? those people who have larger than life mouths?
but when it comes to stating facts they look like they've voided their bowels
it's like you could jump on Google and search it out, connect the consonants and vowels,
and look up the facts and form an opinion, instead of running off at the mouth.

Like I said, I'm okay if your opinion or situation differs from mine,
but I'm speaking on those that jump into a debate completely blind
next time, jump on the net and do a good old fashioned fact find.
then say something once you form an opinion on your "mind"

It was another one of those nights
I came home, I missed you. i was lonely
I got In and you weren't home
Geez I'm Oh so *****

I made dinner and walked into the room
I dropped down on the bed
I looked over and read a note
nestled sweetly beside my head

I opened it up
and this is what it said
"Hey lover, I'm hiding from you
come find me use your head ;)"

Task in mind
I took off my shoes
Your little game driving out
all of my blues.

I tried the garage, not a sign of you to be found
I tried the kitchen and attic.
nope your still not around,

I searched in the bathrooms and found a clue
it was another note
"You're getting warmer lover, I'm closer than you think was what she wrote

Intrigued, I went to the room my journey began in,
I walked to the bedroom door and you said
"Come in"

I opened the door slowly n poked my head inside
I saw you wearing that lingerie we picked out
I grew hard at the sight

Calling me over
with those soft blue eyes
you already knew you had me mesmerized.

As you pulled on my necktie I heard you say
I know you had it rough, I'm gonna **** you all better today ;)

I hate long distance
Relationships
Which is kinda hypocritical of me considering
How many times I've gone through it

Your heart was mailed first class
To someone a few thousand miles away
And I always had to ***** it all up
So that piece, with them it would always stay

I'm tired of chopping my heart
Into a bunch of amazon prime pieces
But I can't bring up the nerve to get to know someone on a first name basis
Let alone asking them out.

Float like a butterfly and sting like a Bee
THERE AIN'T ANOTHER BROTHER IN THE WORLD AS BAD AS ME
Some of the words spoken by the greatest himself, Muhammad Ali
A man with more speed and skill
Than there are rabbits for hunters to ****
Controversial?
Undoubtedly
But such is the life of a man in a chaotic time
Civil rights movement, the Vietnam War were weighing heavily on the American people's minds.

But the greatest has passed on now, and it truly is a tragedy.

So for one last time, Float like a butterfly, and sting like a bee

I let my mind wander,
And I don't think it came back

I let my heart travel, and it suffered from constant attack

I let my mouth run away, and it's still not returned to this day

I watched my legs abandon me
And my arms crawled into the sea
Totally independent of me

But, losing all these things taught me a very simple and poignant lesson

Appreciate what you have before it's gone, because what you take for granted someone wants and isn't afraid to deal with some stressing

Oh honey you seem to have mistaken me for a toy
I refuse to fall for your thinly veiled ploy
I'm no puppet, I'm no one's pride and joy
much like Iggy Pop, I'm the one the world's forgotten boy, I think is what he said
What you did too me miss succubus still needles at my head
You used me to get back on your feet, then ripped my heart out to leave as food for the buzzards,
stone cold and dead.

Are you surprised I'm alive?
I'm surprised somewhat as well
considering you put me through what any one would consider the average everymans burning hell
But now, after going through that pain I finally found some measure
a saving grace some may say, I happened upon a much greater treasure.

because all though I am the world's forgotten boy,

I can still search out those that hurt me, then proceed to mercilessly destroy

It's looking as though my head is a prankster
You know
Because I'll think one thing, and unintentionally say another
Sort of like faking being asleep by hiding underneath covers
It's not clever or original and it's driving me crazy
I'll not feel pain but the over analysis from my brain makes the space behind my eyes hazy
Lately I've been having this same **** dream
I keep waking up in a straitjacket and I'm close to bursting at the seams
But then I hear a voice, and I'm not sure who it is
It calms me back down, and the madness subsides and I begin to return to my wits
But then the voice leaves and I'm running down the hall, door to door and corner to corner.
It's ****** up when your mind is playing tricks on you

If I'm not here tomorrow don't feel sorrow
just carry on until the rise of the Sun on the morrow
tomorrow isn't promised to anybody everyday in Chicago you hear about another dead body
chalk in the street the whole family meets
at the funeral home a parent burying a child they may have raised all alone

It's like we try to raise kings without thrones or queens with overactive hormones
our children spend more time alone while their parents are away drinking death into a city it's like we constantly create our own committees of death and demons I mean this

Am I adjusting to the *****
that time brings along
Am I all out of hope
what am I doing wrong?

Each thought I think
gets stupider each time
my brain is starting to stink
from my rotten tired rhymes?

Have I reached my peak
has my slide begun?
should I end it now?
stop abusing ink?

I'm tired
Fatigued
of what this crazy thing called life
has done to my heart
cracking it open like a walnut
eating it's fill of affection, love, and feelings
tidying up, tossing the shell back into my room
then saying "Thanks for this meal? see you again at noon!"

Seriously..... everyone I've ever wanted for about a year or so has either been taken hated me or been out walking the stroll

ya know it's earth shattering and depriving to the soul to know that everybody has someone perfect for them but that someone hasn't found me or I haven't them..

what then? what does it take, for me to find someone who's never even considered a heart to break?
who won't play with my head....
won't rip me to pieces over something stupid that I said

it's easy to forget I'm human isn't it?
I'm not ungrateful I just express my feelings differently
I often keep them to myself and when that doesn't work I'll lay then into a rhyming pattern that hopefully people read

so yes I'm weird as all get out and I don't think the way you do
I'm human or did you forget that fact too?
I guess its easy to forget that when you misread the ***** under my hat

RIP
to those insignificant things
You know, nothing really
just our dreams
Sometimes they are impossible
but they give us something to believe
but it seems our dreams are falling like human beings
like a black man in America
it's like they have no meaning

My greatest nightmare seems to be coming true
It's like every dream or hope I have is falling apart like meat in a zoo
maybe being real doesn't appeal to the dreamer in you
But it's like my dreams are crushed every single day or two

If it don't make dollars
Then it don't make sense
Make cents, doesn't it?
I'm in life's drivers seat
But I don't have the gumption to gun it
Really own it, run it
Because of this consistent deceleration
My opinion on myself is really suffering to degradation
It's like Germany's currency after world war one
Worthless, wordless, like an unloaded gun
You ever know you deserve better but can't find anybody worth the time?
Yes I know I've whined constantly about this topic in rhyme
But it annoys me and breaks my heart at the same time
So if it don't make dollars it don't make sense, at least for now that's what I find

Where someone can get jumped or shot due to the color of their skin

Where someone can be judged off of what extremists do for their religion

Where money justifies anything, including the destruction of sacred land

Where "you must pull yourself up! Don't expect a helping hand!"

Where the youth are criticized for not making those same mistakes

Where you can be criticized for every single breath you take

Where love, or hell even a baby dying inside of you. Isn't supported by those that call themselves pro life

Where life was once precious, but now comes closer to collapsing every day

Where you're spit on or disowned for even suggesting that you're gay

Where we cant accept abnormality, where wanting and desiring change is a sin

That's the country we live in.

That's right, I'll never have kids
Not that I don't love children
But I don't wanna raise them, it's not my biz
So never will my J-zz spill into a woman's ******
That's such a hard word to rhyme... Uhh

Anyway let me get back to the point before you guys think I've been smoking a joint
I'll never have children for one simple reason
I'm epileptic, you see so it stands within that
I'll have seizure after seizure until my lifeline is flat

So I could never put any seed of mine through that
The Worry the anxiety, I couldn't do my children like that
So that's why to this day
I'll never have kids, that's what I say

You can hear them
Can't you?
The shaking of my shackles
The inmates moans and cackles
Its almost time
For us to get out
To make people scream and bones splinter and crack!
I'll be free! Free from this prison that they locked me in! The voices can speak for me!
On our ****** and merry

Hallows eve!

Vulture

A perfect word to describe people sometimes
When you've hunted your prey and there on your **** they lie.
Opportunistic
In most cases materialistic

A vulture, a common scavenger
Greed motivating every single move

So yeah Mr trump I described you perfectly
Or even better I can relate this to you biblically
As I recall king david was told of a rich man taking a lamb from someone who was poor,
So why would we vote for you? We've taken all the greed we can endure

I see the hangman
walking down the street
Handcuffs in the pocket
trying to be discreet

I see the life getting choked
out of my ebony skinned throat
I could roll through and throw him off
but I'm outnumbered, it's like fates cruel yoke

I feel violated
I CAN'T BREATHE
I CAN'T MOVE
I'm trying to breathe
My brains starting
to break down...
I can't...
I can't


RIP to Me.

Cupid you mischievous little cherub with wings
flying around shooting arrows so that mortals feel loves sting.
You've ******* me over, because before we met I was aces
I had friends, vibrancy, and no one occupied my minds spaces.
But then we met and you shot that **** arrow
then my life fell far from straight and narrow.
You led me to heartbreak, pain, oh wait I'm mistaken
you did me worse with your accursed arrows that keep mortals shaken

Call me a heartless cynic. call me what you may
but cupids been ******* me over since the very first day,
Now I'm horribly lonely, yeah I'll admit I've made mistakes,
trusted the wrong people, looked for companionship in the wrong places
But you've either gone blind, or senile or twisted around the bend
because your inaccuracy and messed up shots never seem to end.

so I wrote this letter, Cupid, just to say.
***** you you diaper wearing *****. now that that's done I can be on my way

St. Valentine Was A *******
he clearly was Aphrodite's *****
he became a slave to that amorous witch
and cupid was his constant itch
Now his day is set aside
for marketing and sales besides
lingerie and chocolate, flowers and jewels
are profit for money grubbing tools

One day out of the year shouldn't be set aside
to show your partner you care besides
love is more than hot passionate ***
it's more than cards with funny effects
love entails more than having kids

While I'm here can I just address
Ladies, we think its for the best,
that you just say what you want, no more hints or indirectness,
don't expect us to know we can't read minds, that's not how nature erected us

I'm a love hungry *****.
There i admit it.
I'm owning up to it
Because this singleness while pleasant for a time is getting older than cheap gold

But I don't want lazy or incomplete love
I want the kind of love that fills my heart up to the point it runs over
the kind that just to make someone happy I'd dive from the cliffs of dover

The love that says "It's okay babe, I know you had a long day. Here I got you some arizona, I hope you feel okay"
The kind that knows when somethings wrong and how to back away

Basically I want to meet someone that'll show me why with others it didn't work out
And when I meet her (wherever she is) I hope there's no doubt

I think it's time
I explore my twisted side
I've got my rope
I've got my knives
I'm going out
for a new thrill tonight
a little psychotic
morphed into a lot
now I'm going to use bodies
to leave my Mark
And it's a shame that
you've crossed my path
Now I'll grind your brains to paste
now like Jagger, I'll lay your soul to waste

I don't get it, why do people live vicariously
through the viciousness and indirect idiocracy
ludicrous plots And sub par sub plots
why is it, then that dramas, not even very good ones got so hot?

I mean I have nothing against a drama if it's done correctly
but respect me and and my intelligence if you're going to write a dramatic show make it worth my investment
Give me a reason to watch again
don't just rely on Facebook posts from my friends

I won't extol anything that doesn't hold my attention I'm glad a show with a black cast is making it past my community onto others around the country but it just doesn't appeal to me