This entire empire of dirt and manure is about to expire
I'm not gonna lie, between you and I, I wish I was a lier
My mind though is compulsive when lighting it's pants on fire
Nose long as a telephone wire, front and center like a town crier
And the shiit that I get from myself and the public stacks higher and higher
I know exactly what's about to transpire
Yet I always make it worse, never better
Like a water geyser to a grease fire
I'll forever be a fumblin', bumblin' reality denier
Faced with a situation that can only be described as dire
When you've only ever been able to hire a blind get-a-way driver
There's no chance of escaping this hell, life organically becoming satire

©2024

Just because you can
...and...
Maybe you have,
Danced with fire
That does not mean that same flame will not burn after expired
Leaving a new want to expire
Like desire
Or so I've heard from the choir
But then again most everyone I've met,
Myself included,
Is a lier
And yet,
For reasons unknown,
I'm still a buyer
Then shortly after,
A broken heart supplier

©2024

It appears I have an expiration date
Tattooed on my back
That screams "10 years"
And you were keeping track.

Want and need expire
Then all that's left is two choices
To love or To quit
Its clear which one you made
Or maybe it was never a choice
Or maybe you made it a long time ago
Maybe I was blind
Hopeful
Alone
Longing

Forever
Got half life

I’m not God to tell
When it expires

If I could predict
The future

I would have never
Believed  in forever.