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From what I've seen
Life is a Bitch!...Or, so it seems
And, apparently, I've had too many
Lives, that is...Or, take your pick
Maybe I mean bitches
Being married to this reality, yet, not divorced from the dream
...I tarry...
Somewhere, perpetually in between
A polygamous plan & a bigamist scheme
Accused & demeaned, for wanting MORE than I need
And not getting a damn thing, but utter confusion
Trying to dance to the beat, of this God awe-full music
Numb, from perusing...I'm done, with this viewing
Resolved...To flip will, son
Like the Devil made me do it
Rebelliously pursuing...What matters not
Constantly, embroiled...In controversy, of some sort
Made a mockery of...A laughing stock for, Love's cryptic amusement
Love's sick, twisted sense of humor
Is the same, as this cruel & unusual pain, I'm exuding
Looking...out...panes
And s e e i n g
k(NO)w F.U.T.U.R.E
F.ewer U.nderstand T.he U.ltimate R.uthless E.nd
That's near & looming
All-consuming...Right in front of my face
Like I'm wrapped in celestial cellophane
Already covered
Behind the star-studded case...You can look...But don't touch it
Okay...You can touch but don't taste
Though, if you taste...You better not swallow
At least, not before saying your grace
I'm Hallowed!
[Trapped]...In a hollowed out frame
I'm hurt!
Cracked the fuck up...But won't break!
All I ask, is..."Please, kiss my glass, then go away..."
~disDain~
Life is a Bitch!...Or, so it seems
And, apparently, I've had too many
Lives, that is...Or, take your pick
Maybe I mean bitches
Being married to this reality, yet, not divorced from the dream
...I tarry...
Somewhere, perpetually in between
A polygamous plan & a bigamist scheme
Accused & demeaned, for wanting MORE than I need
And not getting a damn thing, but utter confusion
Trying to dance to the beat, of this God awe-full music
Numb, from perusing...I'm done, with this viewing
Resolved...To flip will, son
Like the Devil made me do it
Rebelliously pursuing...What matters not
Constantly, embroiled...In controversy, of some sort
Made a mockery of...A laughing stock for, Love's cryptic amusement
Love's sick, twisted sense of humor
Is the same, as this cruel & unusual pain, I'm exuding
Looking...out...panes
And s e e i n g
k(NO)w F.U.T.U.R.E
F.ewer U.nderstand T.he U.ltimate R.uthless E.nd
That's near & looming
All-consuming...Right in front of my face
Like I'm wrapped in celestial cellophane
Already covered
Behind the star-studded case...You can look...But don't touch it
Okay...You can touch but don't taste
Though, if you taste...You better not swallow
At least, not before saying your grace
I'm Hallowed!
[Trapped]...In a hollowed out frame
I'm hurt!
Cracked the fuck up...But won't break!
All I ask, is..."Please, kiss my glass, then go away..."
~disDain~
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