Overkill. When I wrote down
a little more. Broke down,
a little torn. Sharp rose,
a little thorn. That prickles, as my heart grows
a little cold.
Composing Simple Songs
to fit the mold. And hitting bongs
like tomorrow's not special.
I boil over. Lemme borrow your Copper Kettle to melt some toy soldiers.
I will not just settle.
Obnoxious message that I text myself,
to stop inventing things to vex myself.
Improve my production \ Best myself.
Observe,and ignore feelings,including the next I felt.
Perhaps this will preclude me,from messing Up! I've been a dunce.
.I never notice the sun
though the earth is light and warm.
.Teasing those who use their mic as a shield. n goading those who use their mic as a sword.
Frightened of being bored.
Typing and being ignored..
but only if writing Quite poor!
..Too often referencing the 2004 Psych Floor..
Using euph emisms ta dismiss your truth&wisdom.
So sick,I might be the cause,of your newest symptom.
Plane crashes
and sunken boats the newest victims
I'm sorry for your loss
I don't like that phrase but I use it en lieu of becoming sickened..
Taking into account the reward when I analyze, the risk in..
Watching n writing about you writing under the tree,where you and she,had a picnic.
Why did I say "there's no such thing as the past"?
I'm sorry. I'm flippant. I'm different.
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