Quittin Time

CopyPat · 10-07-2014, 03:22 AM

There's something about a beer after work. It's like a cure after hurt. The clear after dirt that makes me seem happy. Burp. I could sing happy birthday but I'm not in the mood. And it's not that I'm rude, I'm really just not a talkative dude. Or at least when I'm talking to you. When I talk about me though, it's unstoppable. People who's noggins are equal to the thoughts in my cerebral give me a positive reason to keep on what I'm keepin. And if your morals are decent, then I'll be more than appeasing. But if you're "poor little me" then I'll be over there, cya. Pour me a green one like it's Saint Patty’s day. Which I don't totally agree with. It's just the same Saturday but with more shitty music. People are horribly stupid, I just ignore it.. I choose it. Adjusted more, it's a movement to fuckin cope with these humans. I just wanna poke me some booty and hopefully boobies, but that's just what it is.. Hope. And it's truly at most what I'm doing... I'm coping, I'm doing some homework and schooling. I'm learning, I'm trying to care but it's early, and I don't think it's working... I'm burning inside of this chair that I'm perched in. Cause nothing’s amusing, nothing can move me, like log jams. I'm stuck in a movie, I'm not sad, I'm just not in touch with my feelings. I got dad, I got a mother and nieces. It's not bad... Actually they're nothing to sneeze at. They're all grand and I think I love em to pieces. But offhand I don't think I'd ever want children. I look at my parents and wonder how the fuck that they did it. How the hell didn't we kill them? And then I look at my sibling and her 2 little kiddies, and as much as I love them it kills me to see my brother in law dealing... With the shit that he deals with. Legit I would leave and just quit, I would beat it. I can't even picture the feeling of living with so little freedom. Talk about nightmares.. That's the biggest I'm seeing. The vividness of the dream is so visually creepy. Like "Hey man, wanna..."Nope, can't cause I'm busy. Hanging with kiddies." Dragons and Disney, pandas and Tiggers. Yeah sounds like a riot.. So much for violence, course language and titties. Damn I just couldn't. It sounds like it's prison. Or drowning, a victim of family commitments.. I'd rather be sitting just having a bevy. Got enough responsibilities to tackle already.. I'm glad that I'm single. I'm just a glass in a sink full. The only tangible difference between your glass and my shit is you'd think I'm sad but I been full. Yeah well it's simple...cause that half empty shit ain't a fad that I dig yo.

10-07-2014, 03:22 AM	#1
CopyPat Mic Check Join Date: Mar 2013 Location: Calgary Alberta Canada Posts: 708 Battle Record: 13-10 Rep Power: 3742225	Quittin Time There's something about a beer after work. It's like a cure after hurt. The clear after dirt that makes me seem happy. Burp. I could sing happy birthday but I'm not in the mood. And it's not that I'm rude, I'm really just not a talkative dude. Or at least when I'm talking to you. When I talk about me though, it's unstoppable. People who's noggins are equal to the thoughts in my cerebral give me a positive reason to keep on what I'm keepin. And if your morals are decent, then I'll be more than appeasing. But if you're "poor little me" then I'll be over there, cya. Pour me a green one like it's Saint Patty’s day. Which I don't totally agree with. It's just the same Saturday but with more shitty music. People are horribly stupid, I just ignore it.. I choose it. Adjusted more, it's a movement to fuckin cope with these humans. I just wanna poke me some booty and hopefully boobies, but that's just what it is.. Hope. And it's truly at most what I'm doing... I'm coping, I'm doing some homework and schooling. I'm learning, I'm trying to care but it's early, and I don't think it's working... I'm burning inside of this chair that I'm perched in. Cause nothing’s amusing, nothing can move me, like log jams. I'm stuck in a movie, I'm not sad, I'm just not in touch with my feelings. I got dad, I got a mother and nieces. It's not bad... Actually they're nothing to sneeze at. They're all grand and I think I love em to pieces. But offhand I don't think I'd ever want children. I look at my parents and wonder how the fuck that they did it. How the hell didn't we kill them? And then I look at my sibling and her 2 little kiddies, and as much as I love them it kills me to see my brother in law dealing... With the shit that he deals with. Legit I would leave and just quit, I would beat it. I can't even picture the feeling of living with so little freedom. Talk about nightmares.. That's the biggest I'm seeing. The vividness of the dream is so visually creepy. Like "Hey man, wanna..."Nope, can't cause I'm busy. Hanging with kiddies." Dragons and Disney, pandas and Tiggers. Yeah sounds like a riot.. So much for violence, course language and titties. Damn I just couldn't. It sounds like it's prison. Or drowning, a victim of family commitments.. I'd rather be sitting just having a bevy. Got enough responsibilities to tackle already.. I'm glad that I'm single. I'm just a glass in a sink full. The only tangible difference between your glass and my shit is you'd think I'm sad but I been full. Yeah well it's simple...cause that half empty shit ain't a fad that I dig yo. __________________ My syllable count approximately a billion, bounce. You cannot compete. Last edited by CopyPat; 10-07-2014 at 09:08 AM.