How in the hell can that witch cast a spell
That'll feel like a billions piles
of half hearted hate and love that came late
and a bit of bitter pretension

Will it last while
to live in a pile
A bundle of social
redemption

Seeming in silk
Rebukes are like milk
Like licking a lich
who loves dead

I'll dread up a hope
And I'll soap up my being
It'll be like a
monster who has started without some seeing.

Lately I've alienated the amicable bit of my being.
It's like looking, like seeing through shriveled shades.
I've abraded my non-brooding gregarious being.
I've leaned on pretension and obscene half-hearted concession.
It's a lesson I'm learning that's burning holes in my midnight blanket.
I thank god I can say I don't die everyday.
That I say that I pray that I'm thankful.

So show them my poem.
Please tell them to see.
Please tell all your kids
Life's not about livery.
Living a life in filigree fables
Can blind an eye that sees.
Stinging is the story
about shaking up the bees.
Something shakes my bottle
and breaks my battered brain
I could fight a battle
and let full life me abstain.
Stretched in my own dominion
I pay for my own pain.

Please listen.
It's a wistful bit of love I putt on green, afford.
Lord I'm lonely.
Good god I'm quite presently unhappy.
I felt so sappy when my world was girls.
Especially the girl.
But I stirred and wave about
And I shouted at my friends.
I dove too far from family
In the deep I got the bends.
It bubbling in my bastion
and broke apart my keep.
I leaked out all my failure.
And my mouth it couldn't speak.

I lived.
I had try to live with in her in a heart stained way.
Like lights on top of a hamburger shop.
Showing space, showing something we should stop for.
Because I haven't been paid.
I haven't been laid and
Neither had she.
So we should try to light a fire tonight
Still hanging out trying to see
Just how we should be.
It's not free, feeling another.
It's a fight you should show you should flee
and begin to be known.
Like a robin whose shown
a better feathered beat
A battered stray cat.
Clearly we have an understanding.

Seeing as I'm tired now it'll feel less
Less while I sintered a hot dress
Off of my messy pal

I'd love to live in a rat's nest
Besting the next rat next to me
Making meals of apathy
Slovenly licking off plague fleas
Please leave me alive living in a rat's nest
Living off of cheese and liberal arts degrees.

I think I saw a cockroach underneath my sink
I wanted him to die
But it made me think

Think about what life means.
Meaning.
What is meaning.

He or she is not so bad
How he or she just lives.
Living is a struggle.
Living is a shiv in the ribs.