So what
If I get wasted
So what
If I work at a slower rate
I articulate
And get through
Thoroughly

You say
I’m mislead
That I’m my worst enemy
I drink from my cup
If cynicism
I’m overflowing with discourse
That you don’t wanna hear
Cause it don’t fit
With your *******

Call me dense
Color
Me unimpressed
The dearth of ideas
You claim
To have
Are as limited as your
Limited worldview

Hypocrite
You’re being a hyperbolic , jaded
Piece of work
It must be an art to be a living myoma

You’re a morning after
A morning late
A mourning coup de tat
Always throwing punches in your mind

Your not special
Join the crowd
And realize
You’re as vanilla
As every other **** snowflake
You associate yourself with

Don’t you feel proud?

And yes I’m happy
In case you were wondering
But I also know
You don’t have live like this
In your repetitive mind state