Finger **** my brain but not with your pain
I got my own and it’s only taken it this long to grow
Accustomed to the ebbs and flows of my daily woes
Black out stress and wake up an egotist that lost his ***** to capitalism’s fist.
**** a society that’s too blind to see the lie it breeds between its blackened teeth.
I’ve been a poet as long as I could know it but no one listened and I couldn’t find an *** to start kissing.
So here I am, watching my career build so I can one day too be a black and blue has been.
I’ve been on a suicide binge once or twice so I can tell you to get high if you’re gripping the knife, even if I’d prefer you wouldn’t but since you’re not gonna listen to me I’ll make my own exit.
Looking at how long it took me to get where I am, it’s a wonder I didn’t stop; but I got so used to tripping up hill, you can find me walking on my hands.
Or walking backwards, walking into walls, walking into you, this reality just ain’t as colorful, sorry, really.
Next time you’re burning a bridge maybe back away instead and see if it rots and festers that way the nerves are dead and dog has a new chew toy.
Or maybe just do whatever the **** is you, none of this ever mattered to begin with.