Life Without Me Would Suck

A destination conversation
with no relation to creation
or expiration separation
due to imaginations
& what they create
but don't relate
to the current state
of a great debate on fait
with hate too late
now past the due date
so stop & wait
for a reason
on this mental season
of self treason
so appeizing & pleasing
but inside freezing
so put on a jacket
making racket then attack it
& pack it
with what the facts get
and will not ever sever
a broken lever being clever
in any weather
whether or not
having a lot got shot
& then forgot that fire is hot
& the living rot
when put under dirt to flirt
with no more pain or hurt
from being alert & thinking about drinking
& smell it stinking
stomach sinking
& vomet peeking out
& falling down
with a shrieking shout
heard in town.
Now running away
to another day
while there you stay
wondering how to pay
for life delays
unsure what to say
thoughts may be cloudy
but never doubt me
or what's about to be let out
& set free look inside & see that

life without me would suck