Search through repression
Self-tempered aggression
its all a lesson in wit,
Slip and suddenly split
your mind eyes up two faces
that line right up opposing
I'm composing verse, or is it reversed.
Verse composing me you see, but not only me
its us
in spite of all trust, lust, one night stands and bad *****
we're here still procreating.
Our insatiable need to keep it all going
to keep it all turning. We're yearning for a lack of
anything, something to rub up against and start grunting.
Thumping our heads against walls, the city sprawl
fights back
always on your back
'til you middle aged, in a rage and you feel a crack.
So lacking my shoulders slumped, I'm stacking.
Bawling my eyes out on pills, ****, coke & ***,
"steady on son, steady, its all a bit of fun"
My shoulders slump some more, I'm lagging
"Give 'im a ***, he's hanging."
Knuckle dragging, I'm prangin'.
But guess what, I've got a little tip
Everyone's medicated its a shame they don't know it.
So that's my little note for the day.
Read. Ignore. Fade Away.