Interview Day (v1)

[Alphadog]

Im still breathing,
but im quite exhausted from the night before,

im trippin'

For some reason the scenes different

I believe my psyche heard screaming and a biting roar,

deriving right inside my green n white stripey drawer,

The light restored the receding darkness
that i might explore but im intrigued regardless
by the fright absorbed

Im home, i hope im most likely dreaming,

cuz it might be more slightly worn,
woven pillows ill be needing

I love my comfort,
I need to rest,

It feels like I've undergone a grieving process,

No wonder im bereaved and thoughtless

Still under the covers but im feeling nauseous

Dealing class C and A but I got compromised by the scheming CIA,
released, but seized my profits,

But being honest its like im forcefully held at gun point
at a nikey store,
like a
A kneeling hostage

I've a low tolerance to the visual perception of light.
Feeble optics,

These unique lethal objects seem to reject brightness,
needless nonsense

As a consequence, I've achieved a headache and im sleepless constant,

A chronic insomniac seeking peace is daunting,

My response is an anxiety attack and i rethink my problems

i panic, thinking of the handshakes' and
squinting at the lamp shades it like every time

The climate changes the landscape

i feel like a rhino going on a raging rampage.

Im ready,
but it feels like im in for a day of hell n torture,

I just inhale, "puff" exhale and i raise my sail to prepare my posture,
and be at the ready to impale impostors,

who's aiming to claim there name on the night roster,
No one is 'cooler than me" Im Mike Posner,


Interview day has arrived and is now upon me,

And i pry my eyes wide open and I calmly,

welcome myself to the world on this damp Friday morning,

the sky's grey but this don't exempt me from yawning
and stretching,

I whisper to my self,
" its just another day"
but its how i express im'n good health,

Phase one is temporary, like the 14th of February,
the cards i was dealt
said " I distribute my thoughts downstream to the sea" like an estuary,

This is necessary for me to continue,
as i don't want to feel miniscule
to the interviewer who's questioning me,

In a minute or two im expecting to see,
the face of my iphone light up like who's texting me,

The waits intense, like im on a row for the death penalty,
I play tennis on my own, but today im dressed pleasantly,

No shorts or light sporty Reebok trainers,

A tightly worn tie and shirt,
Now meet the waiter,

Defeat the hater,,with a piece of claymore,

No need to say more,

Your behind,

A trailer,

My claims to maintain the paper,