It's so easy to feel lost, when all you have are ****'ty thoughts.
But why should you care?
To you, those ****'ty thoughts just as well be, like unanswered prayers,
rejected and sent elsewhere.
A place far from there, but not anywhere near over here, but just down the road from everywhere.
Where you lean the seat back, prepare not to care because you're now well aware that you're on the road, that's going nowhere.
One wrong turn, never to return, without a single concern that your destined to crash and burn.
You'll never **** learn! You're in deep **** now!
In total despair!
How will you ever get out? From under this pile of doubt.
But i doubt if, self doubt lets you figure that one out,
that anywhere but here is a good place to pout.
Pout it out, elsewhere and go the **** somewhere else!
There's a place, you go there, try to figure it out.
That nowhere is now here, Do you know where here is?
Here is just somewhere, wherever you are,
here is always here, always has been here.
Somewhere where there isn't.
There is no escape from here, there is nowhere to go,
so now find somewhere that is near here that makes you feel safe. Not just anywhere though,
cause at anytime your fear could scare you ****less,
be terrified by anything that's anywhere near here,
so look for anywhere else that you know is there,
somewhere besides nowhere, like somewhere else.
I do know what would make me happy, though.
If you go, elsewhere,
it's far the **** enough away from me for me not to know where you are,
wherever you are, there you are.
Are you even **** there?
From where you're standing, you're here,
and there's nowhere better than to be here.
Whenever you're here, your somewhere where you can be yourself,
help yourself, love oneself.
Look, i can perch myself up on this shelf, but then i fell.
Yell at an inanimate object. Tell it to go **** itself and i didn't care a bit how it felt.
I can just say **** it to my health. Let it all go, and the **** with this,
it's taking to long to **** die,
hurry the **** up, wake me the **** up before i do actually try.
If left to itself, oneself, can hate myself, and do it all by yourself.
Please stop oneself from choking the **** out of myself, so it doesn't **** you.
You can do **** anything and everything that you could ever dream of whenever you're here.
Around here it is just swell.
Just don't tell on yourself.
Secrets oneself keeps from himself, yourself already knows,
and I didn't even tell myself, what the **** ever you never did before,
before you never even did it.
Because your gonna live forever and you've never been so sure?
Everything has always been what you've been looking for.
But I've everywhere to collect.
Everything from everyone and everyone around everywhere gave me everything to.
I even collected from everyone else.
I have the whole **** World. And it's all **** mine.
I played every game. I won every prize.
I didn't learn from my mistakes. I never even tried.
I ****ed the whole world away, and i did it faster than God,
took me only a day.
I'm only human. And i am afraid, that
i may not learn from every mistake.
I don't know what i am doing. but that's okay,
cause i like it that way.
It's okay to not feel shame. **** everything,
I ****ed it all the way the way that i wanna **** things.
Save yourself the disappointment, some things are better left broken.
If it's ****ed just leave it alone,
if ignored and with patience, the smart thing to do would be wait for it to work itself out.
Besides, i know of no one that knows how to un **** something.
I know none of this is real, and yes you really can die in your dreams.
Just **** watch me.
It's my dream and I'm gonna **** it up, my way.
I do feel a little better now?
But i used to get so obsessed whenever I'd beat a dead horse until i felt better inside.
It took forever for anything to change in me, but never for the better.
Hours and hours go by each time,
I'd beat the **** out of that horse, try to beat it more and more every **** time.
But i got this idea from myself. I must have **** lied.
Now i feel like plucking the wings off of flies,
just to watch them die.
Old Yeller was no friend of mine, is it any wonder why i never **** cried.
And i found where Waldo was trying to hide,
he was trying to hide, wearing some dumb **** disguise,
he was trying to hide from himself in the mirror, left himself scared out of his **** mind.
I couldn't stop laughing, **** i almost died.
And for some ****ed up reason, something compelled me to open the door
to my cell,
and let myself out.
Off to hell i go,
to rebel and hope to hell that when I'm inside of myself, while I'm inside of hell,
i pray for ****s sake, that my makeup won't melt.
Don't forget the trip you took last year to somewhere.
Now that's the place to be. It's always good to be somewhere.
Those prayers did get sent somewhere. Right down the road from nowhere.
They went somewhere else.
They're right there, suspended in mid air.
How **** unfair!
Time to beware of the nightmare to come,
of being nowhere.
You're lost where you don't know where, Where is at.
But now you're here, where else would you be?
You can't be where you've already been.
You've been everywhere.
Everywhere that you went, is now here,
wherever you have been?
You're so tired from everywhere that you went,
not feeling much worth because you've been spent.
All **** used up. You're starting to bend.
Where the **** have you been?
You never made it to the end.
Everywhere you already went.
I'm sure there was somewhere around or near there.
You asked for directions from everyone. Everywhere.
I even asked everyone else that was everywhere else.
You did everything you could here, to never go anywhere but here,
and give anything to not be everywhere else.
Anytime, now's the time or for the rest of forever.
When the **** ever?
Never, ever in the time that it takes forever, has anyone ever been,
that ****ed in the head or care to, not care that they're headed almost anywhere,
full-bore, pedal to the **** floor. Speeding right the **** past the road that nowhere goes.
It goes straight the **** to anywhere,
anywhere you want someplace to end up.
It will even lead you to everywhere, even somewhere where you feel you belong.
Not a place like nowhere that feels totally wrong,
if ya want to go everywhere, that's too much going on. It will just string you along.
Or else, if you just want some space, to get away. Elsewhere is a good place.
If you're in Elsewhere, get out, get a map, find somewhere else besides Elsewhere to go.
Or else where you go you will just be somewhere else, looking for somewhere to go.
So follow your map, don't fall for the trap,
cause Elsewhere don't care that you live in despair.
And now you're lost. Seeking anywhere and everywhere to go,
but the road to nowhere is the only way, to find some road somewhere. To go somewhere else,
or else ya gonna be back in Elsewhere, in total despair,
to someone's else it may not be sad, or that it's not that unfair,
but you got lost yourself and no one else really **** cares.
You can forget about what happened today.
Lost nowhere? You don't know where?
But you were there?
so you head on down the road, wanting to go somewhere else.
For someplace to go.
But now you're here, here is where you are.
At least you are here and it's somewhere to be.
Better than being somewhere else,
like lost not knowing if you were here, there, or why you were even somewhere else.
You're **** head starts to spin! You can't remember if you were coming or going?
If you are here or way the **** over there?
But your stinking thinking starts in, sinking in.
You're ****ed,
don't know if you're somewhere else, or somewhere, like Elsewhere.
It was all too much of a trip. Will you ever be the same?
© 6 mins ago profane • humor • rhyme • misc • adult
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 2:48 PM UTC
It's so easy to feel lost, when all you have are ****'ty thoughts.
But why should you care?
To you, those ****'ty thoughts just as well be, like unanswered prayers,
rejected and sent elsewhere.
A place far from there, but not anywhere near over here, but just down the road from everywhere.
Where you lean the seat back, prepare not to care because you're now well aware that you're on the road, that's going nowhere.
One wrong turn, never to return, without a single concern that your destined to crash and burn.
You'll never **** learn! You're in deep **** now!
In total despair!
How will you ever get out? From under this pile of doubt.
But i doubt if, self doubt lets you figure that one out,
that anywhere but here is a good place to pout.
Pout it out, elsewhere and go the **** somewhere else!
There's a place, you go there, try to figure it out.
That nowhere is now here, Do you know where here is?
Here is just somewhere, wherever you are,
here is always here, always has been here.
Somewhere where there isn't.
There is no escape from here, there is nowhere to go,
so now find somewhere that is near here that makes you feel safe. Not just anywhere though,
cause at anytime your fear could scare you ****less,
be terrified by anything that's anywhere near here,
so look for anywhere else that you know is there,
somewhere besides nowhere, like somewhere else.
I do know what would make me happy, though.
If you go, elsewhere,
it's far the **** enough away from me for me not to know where you are,
wherever you are, there you are.
Are you even **** there?
From where you're standing, you're here,
and there's nowhere better than to be here.
Whenever you're here, your somewhere where you can be yourself,
help yourself, love oneself.
Look, i can perch myself up on this shelf, but then i fell.
Yell at an inanimate object. Tell it to go **** itself and i didn't care a bit how it felt.
I can just say **** it to my health. Let it all go, and the **** with this,
it's taking to long to **** die,
hurry the **** up, wake me the **** up before i do actually try.
If left to itself, oneself, can hate myself, and do it all by yourself.
Please stop oneself from choking the **** out of myself, so it doesn't **** you.
You can do **** anything and everything that you could ever dream of whenever you're here.
Around here it is just swell.
Just don't tell on yourself.
Secrets oneself keeps from himself, yourself already knows,
and I didn't even tell myself, what the **** ever you never did before,
before you never even did it.
Because your gonna live forever and you've never been so sure?
Everything has always been what you've been looking for.
But I've everywhere to collect.
Everything from everyone and everyone around everywhere gave me everything to.
I even collected from everyone else.
I have the whole **** World. And it's all **** mine.
I played every game. I won every prize.
I didn't learn from my mistakes. I never even tried.
I ****ed the whole world away, and i did it faster than God,
took me only a day.
I'm only human. And i am afraid, that
i may not learn from every mistake.
I don't know what i am doing. but that's okay,
cause i like it that way.
It's okay to not feel shame. **** everything,
I ****ed it all the way the way that i wanna **** things.
Save yourself the disappointment, some things are better left broken.
If it's ****ed just leave it alone,
if ignored and with patience, the smart thing to do would be wait for it to work itself out.
Besides, i know of no one that knows how to un **** something.
I know none of this is real, and yes you really can die in your dreams.
Just **** watch me.
It's my dream and I'm gonna **** it up, my way.
I do feel a little better now?
But i used to get so obsessed whenever I'd beat a dead horse until i felt better inside.
It took forever for anything to change in me, but never for the better.
Hours and hours go by each time,
I'd beat the **** out of that horse, try to beat it more and more every **** time.
But i got this idea from myself. I must have **** lied.
Now i feel like plucking the wings off of flies,
just to watch them die.
Old Yeller was no friend of mine, is it any wonder why i never **** cried.
And i found where Waldo was trying to hide,
he was trying to hide, wearing some dumb **** disguise,
he was trying to hide from himself in the mirror, left himself scared out of his **** mind.
I couldn't stop laughing, **** i almost died.
And for some ****ed up reason, something compelled me to open the door
to my cell,
and let myself out.
Off to hell i go,
to rebel and hope to hell that when I'm inside of myself, while I'm inside of hell,
i pray for ****s sake, that my makeup won't melt.
Don't forget the trip you took last year to somewhere.
Now that's the place to be. It's always good to be somewhere.
Those prayers did get sent somewhere. Right down the road from nowhere.
They went somewhere else.
They're right there, suspended in mid air.
How **** unfair!
Time to beware of the nightmare to come,
of being nowhere.
You're lost where you don't know where, Where is at.
But now you're here, where else would you be?
You can't be where you've already been.
You've been everywhere.
Everywhere that you went, is now here,
wherever you have been?
You're so tired from everywhere that you went,
not feeling much worth because you've been spent.
All **** used up. You're starting to bend.
Where the **** have you been?
You never made it to the end.
Everywhere you already went.
I'm sure there was somewhere around or near there.
You asked for directions from everyone. Everywhere.
I even asked everyone else that was everywhere else.
You did everything you could here, to never go anywhere but here,
and give anything to not be everywhere else.
Anytime, now's the time or for the rest of forever.
When the **** ever?
Never, ever in the time that it takes forever, has anyone ever been,
that ****ed in the head or care to, not care that they're headed almost anywhere,
full-bore, pedal to the **** floor. Speeding right the **** past the road that nowhere goes.
It goes straight the **** to anywhere,
anywhere you want someplace to end up.
It will even lead you to everywhere, even somewhere where you feel you belong.
Not a place like nowhere that feels totally wrong,
if ya want to go everywhere, that's too much going on. It will just string you along.
Or else, if you just want some space, to get away. Elsewhere is a good place.
If you're in Elsewhere, get out, get a map, find somewhere else besides Elsewhere to go.
Or else where you go you will just be somewhere else, looking for somewhere to go.
So follow your map, don't fall for the trap,
cause Elsewhere don't care that you live in despair.
And now you're lost. Seeking anywhere and everywhere to go,
but the road to nowhere is the only way, to find some road somewhere. To go somewhere else,
or else ya gonna be back in Elsewhere, in total despair,
to someone's else it may not be sad, or that it's not that unfair,
but you got lost yourself and no one else really **** cares.
You can forget about what happened today.
Lost nowhere? You don't know where?
But you were there?
so you head on down the road, wanting to go somewhere else.
For someplace to go.
But now you're here, here is where you are.
At least you are here and it's somewhere to be.
Better than being somewhere else,
like lost not knowing if you were here, there, or why you were even somewhere else.
You're **** head starts to spin! You can't remember if you were coming or going?
If you are here or way the **** over there?
But your stinking thinking starts in, sinking in.
You're ****ed,
don't know if you're somewhere else, or somewhere, like Elsewhere.
It was all too much of a trip. Will you ever be the same?
© 6 mins ago profane • humor • rhyme • misc • adult