Someone stole my identity – unwittingly
Just minutes after that person looked into me:
“You’ve got to be KIDDING me!!!”
Dismayed that he was now the epitome of a person living shittily
Almost instantly, he called from a hideout in Italy
I picked up slowly, wiping away my tears of victory
“I fucked up, didn’t I? Will you take yourself back?
I’ll give you a little bit of this, a little bit of that.”
I respectfully declined as he cleared his throat
“Under my ass is a chair, in my hand is a rope.”
I urged him to stop, I urged him to cope
There will be days when you mope
Days when you’re broke
And of course, days with the features of both
Ofttimes you will note
As you run out of coke
That this life…so far…the majority’s pain
You’d have to be masochistic to want to remain!
Eyes shut with a grimace, pillow tearfully stained
WHEN?! WHEN?! WHEN?!…….will my fortune change?
Pain…I just think…pain
But I implore you to endure, take it from a fellow
Tortured human being, elation could be right around the…hello?