My life is a shit show.
Go fetch some wine and popcorn.
I can’t keep being slave to somebody’s pathos.
I need to learn to like myself
With all the baggage I go with,
Ride this derailing train till the very end
With all the nasties I cling to.
You’ve got that unhealthy amount of self-esteem,
Never spiked low’r than the sewers,
High’r than kites ablaze.
Your mouth tastes like Percocet
Like the sluggishness of arms– swinging, bleeding.
Get your stories straight.
Your tongue acts on itself, laced like a decigraph.
Understanding you is like reading Crichton’s Airframe–
You’re giving me a headache.
And I am tired of perspiring granite
Like we’re two crusaders trying to band with low M-attack,
This diamond-backed diabolical–
If you need me to stay, then tell me,
I am now walking by the edges of your tight ropes, blind by such cataracts.