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Stefan Cote Poem
Impulsive or compulsive
Either way it's not conducive
Living with this disorder
Can't be good for my liver
Obsessions, when do they stop?
Compulsions, when do I stop?
Let me illustrate and reiterate
My demons make me infuriated
To the point, man, I really want to escape this
Live everyday like your last?
These hours go by fast
Trying to obliterate every ounce of the past
Always with the imagery and self coping insanity
That broke me and continues to break me.
Another day, no not another day
I just got out, please let me stay away.
Copyright © Stefan Cote | Year Posted 2016
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Stefan Cote Poem
I feel like writing some material
To see if it's for real
Desperation setting in
Knocking me out like at the beginning
Trespassing, on the intrusive messaging
Who am I fooling ?
If only my thoughts were elusive
Maybe then I wouldn't be so exclusive
Should not stop my verses,
Can't handle these curses
Like my passion for hot nurses
Who ain't got 10 purses
I breathe eventually and recap on my story,
From point A to point B
Yoyo-ing through the commotion
Of accepting that you know you may know nothing
Confusing? That's my thing
Who wants to over complicate?
Not me mate.
I've been talking for a while now
Like I took a vow
To keep up the beat
And make it hit it deep;
Copyright © Stefan Cote | Year Posted 2016
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