fetus in straw

[Wise Wiggles]

lets see what kind of tutor the clown makes
a loser the town hates, scuba thru cloud shapes
just your every day boozer w/pout face
always serious, no bloopers or out takes
the future, it now fades w/ every single breath
wrinkles. stress. I've felt it all, not a tingle left
the ink'll dress this lingo better than I can
in the dumps forever, not to mention a lifespan
oh karma! why you always messing w/my plans?
it really a rest? cuz when I'm arrested, the time ran
sly rants I scribble w/ the soul screaming
it's all apart of me. a portion of my whole being
ghost writes- all those nights it stole feeling
no healing. never tell, but the secrets dissolve
hopeless fast- floor of broken glass. pleading, I crawl
creep w/the walls, sucking life like a fetus in straw