an extensive knowledge (or lack thereof)

the sweet 'sching' of a razor
popping punk pills day and night
hoping that the sweet harmonies and soulful screams
will fill my spirit with power
and they kind of did
gaining creative courage of the worst (or best?) kind
while filling my mouth and everything else
with nothing but crazy talk
spiteful but hopeful and very truthful words
composing the bitter symphony of my life and yours
fluttering around like mechanical butterflies
chemical love affairs flowing through our veins
wondering if maybe this whole thing
was all worth it
and knowing that it probably was