Detained
Join Date: Oct 2020
Posts: 1,838
Battle Record: 16-11
Rep Power: 0
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a briefcase full of resumes, idle hopes, and that lingering self-doubt.
a focus tighter than rifle scopes, laughter turned into a death growl.
afterburn of a meltdown I went twelve rounds with this hellhound.
My eyes are bent from stress clouds, as I sit here and vent to these sellouts.
This is a small-town holler, I don’t even live near a guesthouse.
There’s no one to impress, we just got to get passed the next drought.
Chasing the big city lights when the business type will twist the knife,
After they stab you in the back, this 9-5 hustle is my kryptonite; dim the lights,
When I get home because this migraine is the death of me if it’s lit too bright.
These stay-at-home lifers will never get it right but my advice is to let it liquidize,
Soak it in because you will never win this fight against the vicious lies.
Is it worth it,
To come back home in hot water, because I forgot to kiss my wife goodnight?
Is it worth it…
I can put food on the table so we don’t have to eat bologna 5 days straight,
Without the bread because of this worthless job, and I got paid late…
Landlord nagging, threatening to evict, repercussions if we don’t vacate.
I want to quit this minimum wage job, & vandalize the office with spray paint.
That’s why I've been on my A GAME, these big city lights will be my mainstay,
It’s cool if the landlord still nagging, now I got my own office with a nameplate.
what to expect; you have to kill yourself when debt is up to your neck.
Every late notice is a punch to your chest or bludgeoned to death.
It comes to an end on school nights after your kids are tucked up in bed.
Your wife starts nagging again, like black chyna, and puts a gun to your head.
I still provide for my family even if my wife prays for my demise under her breath.
I thought my experiences would put me a cut above the rest…
And that promotion would stop the bloodshed when we’re under duress…
My wife would give me the utmost respect, and I wouldn’t be in the dog house because of something I said.
I dealt with slumlords, nagging wives, and shady bosses, I have a few of these Russian roulettes under my belt.
That’s why I’m the perfect man for the job, I’m someone who’s neurotic.
I’m not some village idiot restricted by the rustic furniture and their shoe polish,
I have to get passed their narrow-minded views so I can show off the new wallet.
“You don’t deserve to be here, your roots are too bucolic, so who profits?
You want a dude who’s not this, rude and obnoxious, that zooms through topics,
That rises above the bottomless pit, and doesn’t complain about a few losses”
It’s this skewed logic, that I refuse to stay stuck in that insubstantial position.
It’s why I always send bottles of Dom Pérignon to your office so we’re not in collision.
Edible arrangements shipped, but don’t you think that’s kind of suspicious?
I could have poisoned your berries so I take your spot after you reach oblivion.
I call it staying persistent, they call it kissing ass, and I have been a participant,
I’ll become something I hated, and this is how I will treat my assistant.
Disfigurement is behind my success, so firing employees is like an acid trip.
I would never snap to grids, so there’s not a failure story that I haven’t lived.
Maybe I’m full of shit…
Like the edible arrangements they sent to my office, were laced with laxatives.
When I was an employee I avoided the fight, I’m not that same pacifist.
I’m not the same corn-fed bastard, and now I have a new wife; plastic tits.
I became cold and heartless, I thought it was happiness…
Calling me provincial is sacrilege, if there was no purpose then why leave?
The holler was the stomping grounds I saw the bright lights in my dream,
I knew I wasn’t in my league; the city life just made my insides bleed.
I didn’t fit the mold. I wasn't in time with their inline theme.
Whatever their reason was to describe me like I was a hospice patient with an empty IV
Was it worth it? it was all for this one-room apartment provided by NYC,
You tell me would it be worth it to you? every party is a pricey invitation.
Is that new barbie wife your dream girl or a nightly infiltration?
If you stayed separated from the minutes wasted, bloodshot eyes are the likely indication,
That you weren't meant for this high-class life, now you're in a dicey situation
Last edited by Eviction; 05-07-2022 at 07:54 PM.
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