Curious, curious,
Why so furious?
I was only having a little fun.

Gentlemen, gentlemen,
Let's be civilized men.
Why don't you put down that gun?

Laugh, laugh,
Now there's a lad!
My lady you have quite the son.

Copers, copers,
Catch me if you can!
The joker is on the run.

so ******* fractured
bloodshot eyes
casual lies
i'm okay, i'm okay
i'm fine i say
no one cares enough to notice
the marks on my wrists
the drawings in my sketch book
the title of my playlist
if my tears pool on the ground
and leak under my door
will you see
does anyone see
what my own thoughts do to me
i'm so **** unstable
so irreparable
it's a shame that i'm wasting all this oxygen
thought of cutting myself off today
but i'm so scared i always end up stoppin'
i wear black because i'm mo(u)rning
and hoping i won't see another
don't give me empty words of comfort
don't give me a warning
give me ******* medication
i sit with some copers
drinkers and dopers
oh how it ***** to be the first to come to
when they're still smokin' and drinkin'
and my thoughts are so blue
so i go straight back
breathing in anything i can
to escape the world
my head
my ******* head
for a few moments
before i come back
come to
and cry
like i am now
i dig at my skin
trying to reach something within
dark or light
anything to make me feel alright
stopping just before there's blood
because i'm already seein' red
i don't deserve tomorrow
only my ****** up yesterdays
make a new plan to carry out
i stumble and shake with regret for what i can't do
so ******* fractured
bloodshot eyes
casual lies
i'm okay, i'm okay
i'm fine i say
no one cares enough to notice
so i continue to medicate myself
melting brain cells
taking in all the smells

I understand their frustration
deal with it every day
sighs and exasperation on lips and faces
as I try to read their meaning
wish eyes could look into the glass and see
frustration mirrors
I try not to show it and keep my cool
there's just no point in getting mad...
can't blame anyone else
it's me
and the world I belong to
blessed be the copers
for patience facilitates understanding
blessed be those who won't try harder
...the ones who don't want to talk louder
...or don't want to write things down for me
for they have lives of their own
I understand their frustration
I experience the like everyday
but what's the point in going on with them
willingness is such a nice coat hook
a place for friendships to hang in there
but it's neither right nor realistic
to expect the world to conform to me
instead...I walk away and keep to my place

There are readers and writers.
There are lovers and fighters.
There are dreamers and hopers.
There are fighters and copers.
What am I?
A bit of each.
Leaves me feeling like a bit of a leach.
I need some saving tonight.
Or I might just be none

I have a dod named slim
A friendly frog in my yard
A bird that sings
And a yellow swing

My bushes are shrubs
All my trees are dead
I have a rickedy house
With a flower bed

My clothes are rags
My shoes there's none
But I do own a gun
Under a moon lit sun

I don't own a car
I walk to nowhere
All I do is make whiskey
And frolic for fun

My money comes from corn
I make things from copper
I hide in the woods
From those ***** old copers