::Limited edition::

I’m a limited edition, when all is said and done Nothing special, only unique in a maze of humdrum Kill spiders for a pastime, coz I hate their beady eyes Watching me try to sleep, as they paralyse butterflies I’m a limited edition, pulling cobwebs from beams In great physical shape, yet mentally challenged it seems Guilty of every known sin, with mitigation of course They are all in my head, except when I use fatal force I’m a limited edition, preprogrammed to survive From one day to another, til next time I’m not revived Still it’s great to be alive, from a dead man’s point of view I certainly possess one, in a preserve this mind grew I’m a limited edition, my pets couldn’t care less Well possibly they do, but look up to me nonetheless Take me as you find me on any given occasion Whisper sweet nothings, I’m a sucker to soft persuasion I’m a limited edition, light Cola makes me cringe And hate drinking alcohol, unless going on a binge Alas I cannot find god, he’s hidden away in reams Leaving himself subjective, to idealistic extremes I’m a limited edition, playing Russian roulette Will even up the ante, fill the chamber, rig the bet It’s a no brainer, literally speaking anyway With just sawdust to lose, all so easy to blow away By David Kavanagh