Random Pt. 25

They want to harangue me

Explain to me my faults.

No quick fixes, they say

Pick a course/stay a course

Divorce it – you die.

This is my reality

you call it excuses.

These are my thoughts

I call them convoluted.

Behavior, savior, and no I’d never rape her

I’ve never hit a woman and NO I’d never TAKE HER

These are words distressing and absurd

Not a blessing

Just your curse.

 

It can’t be only drugs, sober I’m equally as hopeless

But I know – if it were you, you’d find a better way to cope with it

So it’s me, the problem

My brain’s a bad apple and it’s rotten to the core

I cannot wait to see what the market has in store

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