Ad Nauseum

I have returned, so now I’ll go,
I need to leave, then I’ll arrive,
I hate you all, I love you so,
I think I’m dead, no I’m alive.

I guess I’ll stand, or maybe sit,
Perhaps I’ll walk, or maybe run,
This is the start, the end of it,
It’s over now, or just begun.

I shall do this, no I’ll do that,
I’ll keep awake, no fall asleep,
I talk no talk, then chat the chat,
I’m so darn nice, I’m such a creep.

I’ll build you up, I’ll tear you down,
I’ll say no more, I’ll rave and rant,
I’ll abdicate, no wear the crown,
I’m so sincere, now sycophant.

Feet on the ground, I’ll always fly
I’ll drive it straight, I’ll crash and burn,
If there’s one truth, I’ll always lie,
One thing don’t change, you’ll never learn.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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