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Writing about you is like writing about the meaning of life
There's so many circles and wonderful sayings but no end
And I could go on about your eyes and your hands
Stupid little children
Piss me off.
Vulgar language,
Major attitudes,
And feeling pretentious.
Fuck them.
Dear Chocolate,
I'm sorry. We're going to have to break up.
It's just not working out.
It's not you. I just don't need you in my life right now.
Your presence is only an added weight on my shoulders. And my hips.
I bottle it up,
Push it down.
I'll deal with it later.
Later is not an option.
Now!
Now!
Everything comes,
All at once.
The bottle breaks.
I'm wrecked.
Deal now!
Mondays suck.
I'd rather pet a duck,
Or maybe a lamb,
'Cuz they're so adorable, man.
You probably hate Mondays too,
Enough to whack its inventor with a shoe.
Dazzling people made of gold,
Dazzling people made of cold
Material, dazzling people made
Of glitter and stuck together with glue.
Dazzling people made of lipstick
Lipstick, kisses, stains on cheeks
While others in this world sit in starvation and misery
We gather as a nation to bitch and whine.
I mean why not?
Aside from a good education,
A roof over our heads,
People who love us,
When I was eleven, I knew what I was going to do and how I was going to get there.
I wrote because the world looked better through my eyes.
My heart is racing and
I think
I don't know why
my heart is racing
maybe the anticipation
of performing is running naked
through my head
What would they think?
Maybe they wouldn't like it
