I’ll write in the vibe of Finnegan’s Wake
It’s not like my madness
But it’s done for its sake
I see connections in pieces and bits
“I like her body and I like her tits.”
No chemistry, semblancy, no relief; Have mercy!
It’s all in the mind just like Grover and Percy
She acknowledged my words
But her silence was painful
I like my God but it’s not fully gainful
I feel the grinding start behind my cheeks
Panic’s overwhelming and I couldn’t speak!
I was free after I got my highschool diploma
And his disapproval was a disgusting aroma
“I liked the old you better…”
What a cunt thing to say!
Singing and languages from the same source I pray
I’ll make something out of my earlier madness
Every tear that I cried from my earlier sadness
Is put in a jar and frozen forever
And for every one will be born a treasure
I can’t describe how I long for revelation
And wisdom and honor
And tender sensations
What’s first hidden then becomes televised
Healing the lame while I open blind eyes
God, I wish she was near one with Christ!
And the sad fact is that I can’t stop this vice!
My conversations with my mother improved a bit
She said “Blame your father; I can’t be blamed for it!”
My mother said
“Yeah, I’ve heard those dirty jokes when I was in college
… just gotta make do with what you got…”
Get back into gaming; GTA or build a Minecraft cottage?