You know that feeling that you get
After a joke you tell falls flat?
Humiliation unrepressed;
I'd summarise my life as that.
Twenty-one years down the line
But worn as if I'm eighty-odd.
Drug dependant, but still here.
All miracle: No added God!
The classic jokes all told again.
"He looked so cute but what went wrong?"
Too much attention, look away
And **** off with that birthday song.
Twenty-one yet still sixteen,
The pinnacle of gentlemen.
A deviant of *** and lust,
And sickness from adrenaline.
Happy birthday, happy birthday,
Psychedelic astronaut.
Years ago you clambered out
And started having second thoughts.
On hands and knees, I'd crawl back in,
Just like Shawshank Redemption.
This may explain my love of ***
I shall make no exemptions.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
You know that feeling that you get
After a joke you tell falls flat?
Humiliation unrepressed;
I'd summarise my life as that.
Twenty-one years down the line
But worn as if I'm eighty-odd.
Drug dependant, but still here.
All miracle: No added God!
The classic jokes all told again.
"He looked so cute but what went wrong?"
Too much attention, look away
And **** off with that birthday song.
Twenty-one yet still sixteen,
The pinnacle of gentlemen.
A deviant of *** and lust,
And sickness from adrenaline.
Happy birthday, happy birthday,
Psychedelic astronaut.
Years ago you clambered out
And started having second thoughts.
On hands and knees, I'd crawl back in,
Just like Shawshank Redemption.
This may explain my love of ***
I shall make no exemptions.
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