Oh I really am ******* and more than that I'm sick
of picking up the pieces of a broken promise made
and trying to stick them back together
as if the plan could not be laid to rest and
in time would rise to heal the rift.

**** it
life's a gift and you don't want to take a part in it?
**** for brains is all I can say and nothing other comes to mind.

Again in fractals do I find the patterns of this jumbly thing
this what brings me to despair and will
eventually
find me jumping from the landing light to light upon the banister
with a rope to twist my neck and
if life is the gift
who will lift me free from this darkness?

Liberty?
ha
just another *** to **** in
a jail for boys to get it on and kiss in

And again
I'm going fishin'
ask Tom Sawyer
he'll know where.