Know What I'm Say'n?

tommy-johnson Poems

An unrequited love that still offers a seemingly patronizing hand of rapport Is just another way to say "friend zone" But you'll be dancing in the end zone After you finally pay your student loan with money from the job you needed a degree to get which called for the loan in the first place The salt has spilled off the Lazy Susan Throw it over your right shoulder Is this my alter ego? Or do I have a split personality Maybe this is my light skinned doppelganger I've got to get these bats out of the belfry I've got claustrophobic, roided-out butterflies in the pit of my stomach Busted paper thin lips A blood sport Stop it from clotting Vaccinate me This vacuum is a rare find The national demographic is going through culture shock Assume a surname Put on the gargantuan pennant Go to the pulpit and beg for penance Gridlock The paleophone is cracked Study the topography And pay the bus fare The squatters who are on borrowed time Take a swig from the half empty bottle After searching their whole lives for an even break But are forced to cut ties and make a clean cut from society All the lent hands and ears Are lodged between ungratefulness and exclusive pity parties Sweet nothings and forget-me-nots Do a clean sweep It's imperative to have a method to your madness A portrayal of eccentric narcissist Painting self-portraits While on some kind of wonder drug Longing for some moral support Double-dealing Double crossing A hypocritical traitor Who has the right away I will watch your blood coagulate around the bullet holes As your body goes into Rigor mortis I will commit this picture to memory I would have bet dollars to doughnuts that it wasn't you But who wudda thunk it? It's all just an impromptu turn on a dime That encumbers you with cabin fever When you're on display in a human zoo Where unproductive bull sessions are a dime a dozen