You know, I've written about love
Or the lack thereof in my life quite a lot
And I've been holding this in so long its ******* my intestines in knots
So I'm going to say this know before i blow up my spot.

******* Valentine's day, go and rot.

I hate feeling pressured to buy, buy, buy!
"If you love her you'll go into debt up to your eyes!
 If i loved her id show it, not rely on breaking my credit into pieces you greedy ****** its
A **** frustrating thing to deal with in a relationship. But being single might be just that little bit worse

Like being paddled for a college initiation, there's very few things worse.
Well, maybe joining my love life in the back of a hearse
Geez, that hurts.
But seeing all the lovely couples around town
Drinking coffee, being cute, just drives that nail further into the ground.
Reminding me that I'm about as desirable as a ****** without buck teeth, or Brad Garret refusing to frown.

******* Valentine's day, I'm sick of you bringing me down

I've written about desire
but I haven't written about those feelings
being fulfilled in a long while
to feel the heat of two united as one
to burn with passion after the sun falls and the moon rises.
to see a higher hunger, a new kind of wanting in their eyes.
Unable ti be hidden or disguised
like the starship enterprise
that's fulfillment in my eyes.

Twas the night before Christmas
and all thru the house,
not a creature was stirring
not even a mouse

The Stockings were, up and the Chimney was swept,
The kids are in bed, snoozing, with presents abd candy swimming in their heads

Mom and dad are in the master bedroom
Mom wakes up, she gets some water, quick to sleep soon.
but suddenly a bump rang out on the roof
which sounded like a certain 175 pound hoof

Mom remained silent, she didn't know what to do
Suddenly a bag slammed with a thud, at the entrance to the flue
She was frozen in excitement, SANTA VISTING MY HOUSE?!* she really was shaken, like a broke Mickey mouse.

Santa came into the room, his good nature almost visible
"Don't be afraid, dear lady I've come bringing joy and even though you have kids you still get a toy!"
"But I'm 36 what could I possibly miss? I had dolls, a wagon, unless there's something else I forget!"

Santa looked at her and gave a grin,
"Ma'am, my elves out in the field learn all things kept within"
At this she looked intrigued, what could Santa mean?
That's when she blushed red, but on the inside she felt green,
she felt her clothes ripping off at the seams

Santa gave a grin, almost looking insane,
now here's your gift ma'am, your own personal candy cane!

Okay turn

click

Lean back

click

okay let your hair down

click

now show your back

click

Hey Mr photographer,
can I see the camera?
okay here you go,
be careful though

knocks him down

okay now your my model and you'll do what I say!

see my ****?
yes?
well start to lick
licks
more in that place
**** it I'm riding your face
and when I pull it out your **** better match my pace
;)

No Please Why No No.
**** That **** that **** that
No. no. no. no. no.

Let's take a look at the band
it's the ladies that  they're after
but I'll bet you didn't know
that guitarists finger faster.

Sure the singer's good with the tongue
and the drummer has rhythm mastered
the bass player always slaps the g string
but guitarists finger faster

My Girlfriend and I laid together
on her soft warm bed
little did we know what blazing passion
soon laid ahead

She said "Babe can you play me something? I had a very bad day
I kissed her cheek and with a voice so Meek I said lovingly "Okay".

I walked across the room
picked up my six string acoustic
I sat on the bed and played Stand By me, because I knew my girlfriend knew this.

She said "Babe, I wanna hear something exciting"
As I slowly came to a stop.
I picked it up again, and played one of my favorites, miserlou, by the king of surf rock.

As I played I looked at my lady
sitting across from me on the bed
she was grinning from ear to ear
and her thighs were sensually spread.

I laughed softly and stopped playing
and put my six string down
I got on top her warm body and said
looks like your my instrument now

I kissed her warm sweet lips
and looked into those come hither eyes
I slowly bit on her neck sliding
my hand between her thighs

I kissed her again, growling softly
As I ran my fingers between her hips
I slid my finger up and down
slowly upon her c/it

She said "Baby make me scream I want you to be my master
I kissed her once again and said
"Guitarists Finger faster"

With that etched onto her brain
I slid my fingers inside
slowly, but firmly I wanted her
to enjoy the ride

I started to let my hand pick up speed
Middle and ring don't fail me now
I blocked out all sound but I could tell
my hand should take a bow

I slid my fingers back outside
and put them to her lips
I licked them too and said
"Hmm your pxssy seems like a tasty dish"

A Tremolo tale of dead men riding
in the old west deciding
that their fate was up to Destiny
but this is their story, not mine you see.

They ride as one soul, pressed on by the promise of a better life
leaving behind everything, family, friends
even their wives.

Searching for something that can't be toed down,
looking for someone that can never be found.

they burned white hot when angered,
a soothing blue when pleased
I've seen them ride, it's a humbling experience indeed.

And it's said that to This day, on a brightly lit night
if you look up quickly you may see them fly right on by
those brave warriors, those ghost riders in the sky

If life is a sea then I'm stuck in the ghost ship of thoughts and ideas 
Painting with my words hoping to not slip overboard into the tidal waves of insanity crashes and bangs keep sounding 
The boom of thunder in my ears louder than it should be...
So I paint my words upon the ship of ghosts
Because the ship plays host to my demons I feelings I summon from within to paint these words that appeared from my pen
In fear ful warning I beg tor you to turn back from boarding the ghost ship
The ghost ship has a sign above the door it says
"Abandon hope all ye that have a sound mind"

God Only knows
what I'd do without my rose
The light of my day
With her I'll stay

I love her
the stars are above her
I don't know what I did before
but this girl I adore

I know I'm getting redundant
but fate has provided me a new subject
to write about think about,
worry about and pray about

I know she's going through her trials and I hate when she gets sad
I told her I'll be her crying shoulder
because she's the best thing I've ever had
I love that I can call her my own
I'm giddy like a flower who's seed has been sown

They say love makes us do crazy things
but God Only knows what to us life will bring

Your hair fell down to your waist
Long and golden, my eyes had so much trouble digesting that much beauty beholden
You walked into that golden field and I drank in your features
I swear your soul could walk through the night and ward off several deadly creatures
The golden field shined just like your amazing mind
Someone on your level is just so hard to find

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?

Like that classic hit by Marvin Gaye
I have a story for you guys and gals today
One question you can ask, is how do you mend a broken heart?
How can you fix it when the world you two have created is falling apart

Anyway lemme finish with my tale
It was over a warm summer, the bane of the pale
I was young, wilder, and very streetwise
Little did I know I was dating a snake in disguise
We walked in the park, happy arm in arm

I kissed her cheek softly, like she was my good luck charm,
I said to her "babe I'm gonna be doing the show for flattes and sharpes,
It's a music store that's very very close to my heart

So I threw myself into rehearsals, playing guitar and contributing vocals to another man
Little did I know all the while she was giving something else to another man
I kept in touch with her the best that I could
But she always kept hanging around with the boys in the hood

Show night arrives and I'm nervous naturally
I texted her and she calmed me down actually
I didn't feel a change in her attitude, at least not drastically
I turned off my phone and played both sets
The Show ends and I wake up to an amazing text!
A picture of my girl laying on top of another guy, 
I couldn't help it when I got home i just broke down and cried

But thru that betrayal, from the womb of that pain
Came my list for befriending vowels and blending words now lodged in my brain
Essentially the reason that I write poetry,
Is because a girl cheated on me

Gray and Gloomy
like this rainy day
is most likely how
my heart will stay

I keep wanting something
but I'm not sure what
to fill this void
occupied by tears of blood

I feel as an outcast
among my own people
most nights find me crying
underneath a steeple

So Gray and Gloomy
is how I'll stay
If somebody brought sunlight to me
Like a fool I'd push it away

Now in case your brain stem is loose
I'm a big fan of Dr. Seuss
And clearly a few of my screws are loose
at least I'm not crazy like a moose

Now, for those that remember Sam I Am
he heavily endorsed Green Eggs And ham
persistently and though he cajoled And coaxed
the other party wouldn't eat them, not on a plane
not on a train, not with a goat, and not on a boat
not here, nor there, he wouldn't eat them anywhere!

However I'm much older now and now I can say,
that old rhyming story holds truth even today
so put away all your prejudgements and prejudices
Because something beautiful has come by, and if you let that cloud your mind, you'll miss it.

Guess what day it is
That's right! It's Sunday!
That fun day of the week
That's very very unique
I can finally let my lustful fantasies loose
Basically today I can be a freak.

So let's down to the nitty gritty
What shall I lick first? Lips or T-ties?
Shall I kiss you gently? Teasing you all the while?
Or shall we jump to the chase
And we make love while you're wetter than the Nile?

What position first? Missionary or *******?
Or maybe something crazy
We haven't done this in awhile
Or maybe we can take notes
From a book called the Kama Sutra
Believe me, there's a lot of ways I wanna do ya

Why must you make me feel like the bad guy?
Why do I have to be the villain on life's grand stage?
Why is it when things happen in my life
I'm expected to drop everything for your one strange thing? You're my mother not a nagging wife

I'm not ungrateful, like you make me out to be,
I have limits you do know that
So why do you have to keep pressing and trying me?
I love you mother but I'm cracking, I know you can't see it
But I cry inside, when you put me on a guilt trip

I walked into the fun house
I trod into the ball is mirrors
I looked around and quickly realized
That the wiggly and distorted reflections of me
Were by no means ordinary.

I looked at one mirror and saw myself
Crying over a skinned knee in first grade
And I saw myself again in another mirror oversized and indulging in gluttony.

I saw myself, looking on at various crushes in lust filled regret.

The moral of this trip into the hall if mirrors, is very simple. Look at yourself and you'll change what the mirrors reflect

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!

Hallows Eve is almost upon us again
so I thought I'd spin you a yarn from way back when
ahem

Way back on old shallow road
Behind those long dead trees
it's said that three innocents died on that road
and their bodies still leave a scent in the leaves
A man worked at the carnival that used to come to town
but he lost his job and spent his days at the bar drinking himself into the ground.
but the last night the carnival was here, his mind heavy and muddy with beer
He got up went to where he once worked, faster than a ***** steer.
He walked up to the managers office and... wait.. no no no AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
dropping onto floor

wait.. why? I did nothing to NOOO!
............

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.

Hats are funny
Some look dapper, some belong on a dummy
Some have a great upside, like a day that's sunny
But wait, this may sound funny
Why am I writing about hats, is there too much alcohol in my tummy?

Well hats to me aren't just accessories
They're an odd source of inspiration you see
When I'm stuck with writers block and it's slowly destroying me
I sit in my closet and put on a cap
Then the creative juices begin to flow through me :)

Had it crossed your mind that maybe I try to grow up, and mature but I work on that in my own way and on my own time?
Did it ever occur to you that not everyone is equipped for the world at the age I'm at? No? so please go on. tell me I'm lazy and worthless, a burden to you now. I'm certain no remark will go amiss
Did it ever occur to you in still learning about myself as a person and as the world turns more lessons are learned.
Did it ever consider that I'm already insecure. I'm a pathetic epileptic thanks for not meeting your concern. if I don't feel comfortable about something I'm not gonna paint a smile on my face and fake it. I'll be authentic and do my best when I'm in a better place.
Did any of this occur to you? That yes I have flaws but if my own mother doesn't believe in me any more than maybe I should die today or tomorrow and relieve your sorrow. Why should I keep going? if no one believes in me or even truly loves me anymore why should I? clearly I'm not good enough for anybody yo put in any sort of faith?

One thing that ***** is getting crushed
by a crush especially if you two were friends but it's your heart that goes bust

I still care even though it may seem strange
I still try to talk, inbox, whatever even though you'd think I'm deranged but I liked her as a human being before my romantic side kicked in

what hurts more. getting turned down or turned down by a best friend?

Head games from a dead brain
It's sole goal, it seems, is to drive itself insane
My memory gets fuzzy
And when I get nervous or forget something my nerves get all buzzy

Head games that I'm losing against myself
You'd think I'd ***** myself to science to achieve wealth
But if a frontal lobe can't be relied on, then can a medical professional?
It ***** because though I try to work around my own problems, my brain puts the bullet in my legs

I've got my head in the clouds
How is that a bad thing?
My thoughts are so far from the ground
And maybe they'll touch my dreams

I could stare at the sky
Put neon graffiti on the lazy moon
I could put a symphony with a sunrise
And I still don't think that'd be as beautiful as waaah I'm rambling over a truth

Maybe my hair could be nested in by eagles
Or my tears could fill up clouds for rain
Or all of this could come crashing down because I'm over eager
And I'll end up tasting the sandpapery wine of pain


So maybe having my head in the clouds,
Isn't exactly a prefect thing
But if it's where I belong
Then I'll next a new set of wings

If you see me on the street walking to my own beat
I'm wearing headphones in attempt to defeat
My voices, no I'm not crazy nor did I make bad choices but yes I hear voices
my insecurity, lack of knowledge make great talking points
And getting them to finally shut up requires my lifesaver, my music
but then you knew this, music saved my life, and blocks my nervous twitch,
so if you see me without my tunes then something is horribly wrong
I love music but don't abuse it... it's my own connection to life, my writings and my songs

I'll say this for you
I'm complete Jell-I around you
it's crazy
my mind goes hazy
my snappy comebacks come off as lazy

The wires in brain
start to fall once again to the strain
of trying yo control my hungry heart
and still use my brain to avoid getting torn apart

It's a never ceasing conflict
I can barely wrap my twisted head around it
maybe I should just go with the flow
but that's how we drown... ya know?

Heart for sale

Condition:

Fatigued, has visible scars and marks from where the tears fell down
But somehow brings up a smile from the deepest of frowns

It was new 19 years ago but has slowly but surely began to grow cold
It shows sparks of warmth occasionally but it dims more due to this cruel world

Asking price: something or someone worth investing in

Heartless is what I've become
thanks to you
a ******* that cares about no one
is what you drove me away from you

I thought my emotions have me strength
my feelings a super power
now I see people will go to any length
to crush them into a powder

So my feelings are dead in the back seat
along with my happy go lucky self
they've only brought me pain and defeat
so I place them permanently on the shelf

The only thing that matters now
is chasing down my dreams
I'd say you'll miss me when I'm gone
but you don't care it seems

So sayonara human feelings
you put up an admirable fight
but love never got thru the glass ceiling
and only betrayed me at dawn's light

Now for those that don't know Mr. Freeze is my favorite villain in batman his icy persona always appealed to me in ways Two Face and Clay Face couldn't hope to achieve.

Is it possible for me to posess one of his most famous features in life's grand quest,
the heart of ice.
if I had it that would be nice
it wouldn't sting at all of someone stabbed me in the back
or if someone played me I'd shrug it off and laugh.
And if someone broke my heart I wouldn't fall apart I'd simply move on to the next one, over I wouldn't have to start.

But his heart of ice came at a horrible price
his body decayed in search of a cure for his wife.
well I'm single right now so that wouldn't matter to me
in fact I'd probably not get annoyed by certain members of my family.

So all I'm saying is a change would be nice,
if I had Mr. Freezes Heart Of Ice.

Hello Sun
you've come back around
after this harsh winter
to shine on down

Hello birds
you've come back from the south
from all the ducks and geese
to the common grouse

Hello trees
you're so bright and green
and.because of your pollen
you set off my allergies

Hello spring
you charming wily sod
you haven't changed that much
How long have you been gone?

Is it weird that my hero
Is found in actual comics?
Gambit, the raging cajun is my hero
Much like a mathematicians is Zero

He's operated on both sides of the law
And he had caused horrible catastrophes
And owned up to his flaws
That and come on, The Kinetic Cards are just outright cool
And I can never get tired of the character, even when he's being a tool

So Gambit is my hero
I'm a comic Geek I'm proud to admit
At least I owned up to my nerdy habits
That as a kid made my mom's wallet split

Rolling in the car
family by my side
looking out the window
watching other journeys pass me by
On the pharcyde I see
another kid liking through the window at me our eyes locked I was shocked I was looking at a younger me
maybe I'm traveling down the highway
but in the rearview are my memories

Why is hypocrisy
So easy for someone else to see
But if its your outdated and antiquated
Ideals being presented in a way that
Is blunt and an affront to every stride we
Made forward as a society

Why did people think the orange menace was a good idea? Please indulge my curiosity
Aside from e-mails proven to be inconsequential
And the fact that a black men held the highest office in our nation and somehow that made the bitter members of the **** even more miserable

Why did you honestly think
That someone with no political experience would be
Qualified to hold office? Honestly...

I wish I could make her toes curl like the end of fitted sheets
But i'll probably disappoint then like Fox's casting of Mystique
I wish I could command attention without saying a word
But to do that I'd have to have charisma, wait... what's that a bird?
No it's a trait that I don't possess.
I guess you can't correct a problem you don't know how to solve
The truth is i'm so easily worn out I don't know what to do at all
Not physically but socially, that batteries drained
I'd complain but my lack of confidence weighs enough on my brain

But let's get back on track with this train
I hope that I can make her squeal with a kiss and spill passion with a hug
But I'd actually have to be desirable, unlike, say a Chagas bug.
Hell the bug might have better luck than me
I guess that's why I have to express myself lyrically
Because my head goes one way and my mouth another
Just forget it I'd be hopeless as a lover...

Have you ever been injured past the point of repair
Like hurt so bad that you don’t even care you just decide to compare
Notes with others wondering where it all ends
It depends on the pity party you attend
The healing of anything starts from within
To begin just accept that you are a human
Being and that life isn’t always nice, seemingly
Deceptive while its peaceful, but then meaningfully
The storms come taking the wind out of your sails
but to no avail you’ve lost control of your life and
the spiral begins..


it doesn’t have to be this way…


IT SHOULDN’T IT ISNT FAIR


But then, everybody has been there,
Seriously, everyone human has gone through pain
Has gone through the rough winds, and seen their tears fall like the rain
But verily like Shakespeare and the great deku tree
I know that better times are coming for thee
So stay strong, stay positive and keep your dreams alive
Because no one wants to see another young soul die.

It's the Twilight of my favorite season
Summertime is slowly coming to a close
There are so many things left to discover and open
Like, that bedroom over there and possibly your clothes
Is it that obvious how ravenous I am
For your heavenly body?
I swear I'm an alcoholic for your sweet nether regions and you're a large bottle of bacardi

It's crazy how naughty My thoughts are of you I swear I'm a hormonal animal because of what I want to do to you...
So summertime is coming to a close, and that does **** hard
But the hot fun that we could have together... that my dear has yet to start...

As I'm sure you're aware
Ive always felt that the bee gees harmonies
And melodies
Are near without compare
But as i hear the song
You know which one
I crack inside a bit more
Because i think of her
And how she can't be near
Here with me
So we can be two lost souls
Intertwined for eternity
I can't understand why fate loves to ***** with me
The distance between us already boggles the mind, one would think that'd be enough
But she's going away, for at least a month...
Its hard enough with consistent communication
But this just adds a bit more fire to this situation I'm placed in

How deep is your love you ask? For you deeper than an ocean

for those that may not be aware
I suffer from a disease that doesn't visibly appear
I suffer from a disease known as epilepsy
it's my burden, and I'm not writing this for sympathy

one question that always is asked and repeated
what does it feel like when a seizure occurs? can you beat it?
I think I'll sum this sensation up the best way I can
so please forgive me if this poem is bland

What's the most exhausting thing you've ever done?
whether that be marathon ***, or running in the blazing sun?
take that sensation and make it twenty times worse
now there's the physical aftereffects in this very verse

Now for the mental feeling of solid lucidity,
a full but empty feeling that can't really be explained
only experienced really, and that doesn't sound sane
it's like being drunk yet sober, high but haven't smoked
but all the while, your brainstem is being choked

You know, I've realized it's impossible to describe a seizure completely offhand,
but count yourself lucky if you aren't prone to them,
even with this burden, I'll make my life grand

So I'm sure you wanna know how I crafted this bizarre flow so I'll sit you down and tutor you let's go
step 1 draw off of everything under the sun treat your words carefully like a loaded gun step 2 now that you know what your words can do put them into verse leave others in the back of a lyrical hearse
step 3 Is the most important to me personally I walked into an asylum to search for a straitjacket if you don't have punch lines you definitely can't dot hack code or slash it
step 4 is getting your foot into the door caught with the drum beat drops leave your audience sweating like a wet mop
well that's all the steps I'll add some more usually involving clever metaphors now then you know the score

it's human nature I suppose
to place concrete over a rose
to put yourself ahead of all those
that require help from us all
so that we as a society don't fall
and crumble away
like a dancers plie'
or a bad fish filet
the point is we'll all due to die one day
just be sure to make someone smile before then, okay?

I can smile again,
I can feel the weight
Lifting off my shoulders.
The tears I cried now dry on the concrete

The memories fading with the setting of the sun
I'm going to be here, still. Like the half circle in the missing piece just rolling along

I'm not done. Far from it. In fact I've just begun.

I can smile again.

I can't afford attachment
Because my peace of mind is too costly
Not that I don't truly care about anyone
It's just that nowadays it seems like trying to be nice
Is Like playing Russian Roulette with a submachine gun
Now it seems like playing with people's emotions is the latest form of fun
and you can't stop people from feeling, it's like trying to move the sun
So I can't afford attachment, I'm going to save myself excess pain

I wish I could pay for love as my tears fall down like drops in the rain...

I can't think of a name that will fit this poetically arranged rage,
well not rage but frustration
anyway let me get to the point
I'm sick of seeing everybody around me in love, it's like breaking my ribs and stabbing me in the chest with a disjointed
sense of envy and misguided sorrow, I keep trying to put a smile on so I can see another tomorrow

But every time I try I keep looking into my Facebook or YouTube and everybody is having the time of their life
Meanwhile mine, if you can call it that to begin with
Is shot in the foot and my hearts starting to split
Openly onto the page again I can't bear to see this within my soul anymore, I hang on to the fact that I don't know what's in store but it's breaking me open, like a petty thief,
Life you can be a cruel S.O.B. now let me write my own story

I could have died,
Had I not heard that song
I wouldn't be here now
Had the radio gotten it wrong

I was alone so long, a lost soul searching for somewhere or when to belong
I'd spent to far being strong,
I'd broken like an oyster with no pearl
I'd grown colder to the world

It's been half a decade since that day
So thank you radio for playing
Under the bridge that day

Chills running up and down my spine
it seems I feel this all the time
my sickness and my nerves so delicately intertwined
It's like all my receptors are drunken with wine
They say you'll learn to live with this over time
they say there are groups and support hotlines
But picture living, knowing that your most precious *****, the mind
could very well be the cause of you dying
Imagine living knowing you could be on borrowed time
Wanting to the live to the fullest,
but dying quicker than a mullet.
With no air rising from your gullet
"who will take care of my mom,
who will watch my nieces and nephews grow up?
Who will be there for my girlfriend and dad?
aren't you glad...
yes I am glad that I've lived and fought as long as I have
still, you can't help but consider what's at the end of life's path

I'd be lying if I said I didn't still have feelings for you but maybe not on the level that I did

TBH there's a lot between us that we kept hidden and I expressed what I could through what was written you took it the wrong way and with your heart it seemed like I played you did the same to my feelings that same day

I'd be lying if I said I didn't still want an us

TBH I got the shaft from love and fate maybe that's what kept it from happening between us I wasn't in love or lust but that bind we had between it seems is what drove me to my feelings.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't attached

TBH it ate me up but I hid it well we weren't a couple so I tried to be cool when you said another dude near you explored your body warm and supple but it broke my heart in half because I wanted that title but no matter how I tried you couldn't see what I contained inside for you


boy it feels good confessing my feelings and sins
it's nowhere near healthy keeping this bottled up within

You know, there's been a lot of talk about identity
What parts you have your skin tone whether or not you're the heir to a throne what's wrong with us? Why are we so fixated on division and not inclusion? We're not all Tom Clancy but can you answer me this... why is the word division even in our language? Why can't we transition from an ice cube tray to a melting *** is why this was written?
Can we as one act as one? Love as one? Protect as one before we divide ourselves from 0 and become irrational? Or can we get on one accord and work for the betterment of us all?

So I take it reading this your day *****
and you want to go from a F to an A+
sit back in that chair
don't you move from right there
and I'll give you my secret to get the spirits up.

Now you'd may come off as hammy,
but imagine you're at the Oscars or Grammys
You've just won for best whatever
now you're on the stage, be clever!
so your hands and face don't get clammy

So while you're on stage with your speech
think about your past friends for a second each
now that you have them in play
here's what to say
I'd like to thank all the little people I had to step on, I wrote their names down, I'll read them off one each

There you have it, that's my secret to bring cool
and though you may think I sound like an insufferable tool
when I walk across the stage
I hope you won't be enraged
when I come by with millions at out reunion for school

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