i still dont know how to speak
tear drops dried and dusty
soul is weak i feel meek
deep down i know im king
stuck in a jar uncooked
with onion rings
im fried every day of the week
im tired every second of the day
minus celery red eyes clearly
disdain pure and simply
for myself in every fucking category
self hatred even when i sleep
these arent allegories
memories of happiness broken
put together with cum and other pleasantries
addicted to brothels of reality checks
i never learn anything worth a break
this here man is more offal insides outside
than premium prime rib seared steak