Today, I alone will turn this whole thing all the way around
I will parade the streets, painting this dumpy town red
Green
Turquoise
Blue
I am through with this rut, this pause
An idle stand still
I will away all of the astral nasties that keep buzzing around my head
Instead of merely existing, I would like to be able to live
Give me something more than a thousand egos that need to be fed
Bring masculinity to this lonely little rubber bed
I am sick of the fallow
It has all been said
I am no longer accustomed to dealing with this poverty
This scarcity
Such a fucking bore
I am this close to becoming a whore who actually gets paid
But, I do not want to be told how it is to be when getting laid
I must upgrade this little mess that I am in
I am ashamed to call me me
Myself or I sounds so much better
I am going to become a go-getter for the eight-hundred sixtieth time
Today, I will turn a dime into five hundred dollars
Perhaps, today I will meet a decent guy
A gentleman and a scholar
A boy who makes me holler who howls at the moon
Taking me on a ride to the clouds on a gold-plated hot air balloon
Creation found by branching out, instead of locking myself inside a vacant cocoon
Enemies everywhere
All abound
Closer than nearby
They try to tickle me with their mindless babble
They still continue to swarm, all throughout my sky
The stories of ancient chivalry, unexposed
The eldest one, who thrives in her bestial delight
The youth with all their \"poor me\'s\", their \"wah, wah\'s\", their petty woes
All I said was \"talk to him\", and about how love like theirs goes
Then, they all fled to ram their noses up my rectal region
Sheepish bitches
Crooked, demonic legion
They kept calling me their \"third\"
Then I heard the banshees scream
Dreams found me lost, not breathing
They are seething at their gums now
Spun into their circles of doom and disdain
Drowning in the rain of triumph over all of their attacks
Courage, I do not know how to lack...
9/20/2011