I am wedded to my whims, so sorry
like the flick I’m taken
I am trying to take a string of failures
and make it amount to greatness.
The latest fashion, I don’t adorn it
The market, I am trying to corner it
I throw dice into blackholes and hope for the best outcome
Then, when nothing happens, I ask, “how come?”
Akin to abra
Like a fresh cadaver, I hardly matter.
I’m a legend in my own mind, sure
but that’s where it starts.
Please do not be mad at me, sweetheart
I’m addressing the ether, which is where these words wind up
As crooked as I am, I have something lined up
Friend or foe? – those two are not mutually exclusive
Like thoughts about how life began
success is elusive
I’m resisting temptation, that’s right
as of now
my vow’s intact.
I have one head
And wear a thousand hats
Now you know where mine is at.
Ignorance is bliss
and so I’m living quite heavenly
I think I am my own worst