Whine and Die In
Thoughts
Strange yet tame,
Feeling like my brain will explode,
Carrying this heavy of a load,
NOT trusting many people,
While taking on heap after heap of evil,
Appearing sick and kind of feeble,
Wanting to do something better than this,
Hurting myself unintentionally while only wanting bliss,
Involved in alcoholism,
Living each day grateful to NOT be in prison,
Looking past and thinking fast about NOT wanting to commune with women,
Still being given graces by some,
Yet, knowing I am reserved for just one...
Over my back I am bending,
Looking out for myself yet still on a few people depending,
I practice stealth while avoiding getting more welts,
Living the so-called American dream where wealth seems to offer health,
Still, if I get sold,
I will have to do what I am told,
To be so bold,
The cold-shouldered hold that has grasped me,
Left me on my ass in a tragedy,
These feeling seem like they are lasting forever,
Yet, in this endeavor,
I treasure many things,
Let us see what life brings...
Because those of you with me,
We are no longer teens,
Could be esteemed to be more than fiends,
Yet, what things seem at this moment,
Would be compared to a quotient,
Attention, hints, consequences all get divided,
Like people switch sides and fight,
Yet, we cannot serve two masters,
Life if in itself was one factor or actor,
Would be a crazy mother freaking bass tard...
Not the type of bass on a hook,
But the one that forsook us all,
Here, I find we fall.
Am I angry at God?
I think NOT!
Just rehashing, reliving, remembering what I have been taught.
That is all I have got.
NOT...
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