Thoughts got me stone cold
Am I old?
Am I bold?
My soul,have I sold?

Is it supposed to be this hard?
Have I average yard?
Was I deserving to get pard?
Why is my emotional state easily scared?

So what's the ******* issues?
Aside from poetry I misuse?
Because I can't use a box of tissues?
I'd rather drink and hear the king blues

I'd rather be a well dressed *****
Not quite right and kinda thick
Work hard and get the stick
For not ******* blood like a tick

But do I want a tie for a noose?
A wife that's scumbag loose
With a face just like a moose
And the temper of a ****** off goose

Well maybe I'm better of here
Sit and drink more beer
At least my own life I can steer
And early mornings absent of fear

That's obviously apart from nightmares
I have real issues with those scares
I'm not talking being mauled by wild bears
I mean being nailed into funeral wares

Lowered into the ground
No exit can be found
Why cant I make a sound?
Oh that's right,previously I drowned

Fukit I'm just worm food
A self taught learned dude
More than enough years I've brewed
Its pretty clear from here I'm *******