Sitting on my *ss doing nothing
I'm up, so I should be up doing something. But
My body feels dead
My muscles are tired
I can't shut my brain off because it's wired
With voices screaming in my head.
Please shut'em the f*ck up
They talk too much
Pour some more so-co in my cup
I'm trying to get back in touch
With reality & normality
& in all factuallity
I'm right on the edge of insanity
Please excuse my profanity
But f*ck this inanity
A world of constant calamity.
Always damning me to hell
I've got no soul to sale
Well, none that I can tell
Fake b*tch*s will bail
True will follow through hell
But they are getting hard to find
I'm trying to unwind
& bullshits putting me in a bind
The world isn't kind
So stop lying to yourself
Take your common sense off the shelf
Pray to God for better health
& a little bit of wealth.
tomorrow's a new day
Yesterday's gone away
Who you trying to portray?
You shouldn't overstay
So please go away.
You're getting on my last nerve
Coming round the last curve
I'm tipsy so I swerve
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Author:
Jmcg (
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Comments2
Great write
Thank you
Welcome
Some days are for sh-t. Well done. Hugs.
Thanks
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