My life is mostly waiting now,
It’s all I really do.
I have never understood how
You do it, how do you
All possibly manage to cow
All of that foul ague
That rises oft as the tide!
That nagging urge to quit,
To just give up and step aside?
Every time I sit,
I feel it bubble up inside,
And it’s like I’ve been hit
In the gut by some savage fist.
My heart consumed by rot,
All of the love I’ve grasped -then missed-
It seems that it is caught
Deep in my soul. No therapist
Could ever re-allot
My thoughts to something else than love,
For it’s the only thing
That lets me soar free like a dove,
And lets my bird-brain sing
‘Bout gay things, lets me stand above
And become my own king.
Though shackled, and perhaps a ‘lil bonkers,
No time to wait, I’ll be the one who conquers.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 12:13 PM UTC
My life is mostly waiting now,
It’s all I really do.
I have never understood how
You do it, how do you
All possibly manage to cow
All of that foul ague
That rises oft as the tide!
That nagging urge to quit,
To just give up and step aside?
Every time I sit,
I feel it bubble up inside,
And it’s like I’ve been hit
In the gut by some savage fist.
My heart consumed by rot,
All of the love I’ve grasped -then missed-
It seems that it is caught
Deep in my soul. No therapist
Could ever re-allot
My thoughts to something else than love,
For it’s the only thing
That lets me soar free like a dove,
And lets my bird-brain sing
‘Bout gay things, lets me stand above
And become my own king.
Though shackled, and perhaps a ‘lil bonkers,
No time to wait, I’ll be the one who conquers.
Ignore the title. I had some fun.
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