#restlesslegsyndrome
Restless leg syndrome
A hindrance on my being
Retching foam dribbles out
the side of my mouth
South it goes, down
to the ground.
Wound tight with salvia my
self-hatred flows in unity with it
The acidity of the bite bursts to flames
as the earth hits it
Worth every penny, I chuckle as
I chuck a bottle of pills into the
billfold of my coat.
"Won't this hurt?"
That's the point.
Right, back to the top
Restless leg syndrome
Catching on?
My mind can't contain one thought at a time
I spin on a dime, fine dining is the drug of
the millennial nines.
Hi! I'm super high today.
Just kidding, I'll never smoke ****
see me judging you in the corner?
I'm a straight laced, even paced
large tempered feminist *****
Pitch me your best rich boy pitch
to get a date and maybe I won't chuck
your ***** into a ditch.
Hitch a ride down the road
Follow it now, down it goes!
Drop out quick!
Here comes the gun
run from it fast, till you reach the sun
Worship me or hate me, I don't really care.
Stare at me until you see who you wish
I actually was
t'was a sad story I read
when I found out you would be dead
by nine o'clock this evening
Did I tell you I plotted this reaping?
I peep in on your life from time to time
Crime is the center of my kind
Find me in the dark deep corners of
your mind, I'm always there
Seeing and watching but never debauching.
Have I mentioned I suffer from
restless leg syndrome?
It really is a hindrance on my being.
"Won't this hurt?", you ask
That's the point.
Right, back to the top
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC