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Monologue
Brady Gidge,
Annapolis valley Nova Scotia.
Back to Hali homie I'll take ya,
resided there for a year,
decided to make the worst of it. Ya hear,
More of a hermit than kermit the frog,
wore Etnies now I wear clogs cause I'm a lot more confident
Clogging it one good one in the head, if it's rude to me.
Moved to see the girl I love,
live with her, but apparently our love withered in this
stormy weather.
I'm still close with heather,
not with our connection though.
Connection flow more precise than Lego,
my brains a device that won't let go, ever,
never give up, they tell ya, but they don't admit
the extent the pain gets to.
You feel like ending it before the first trimester of success,
What defines it?
I find divine pleasure in admitting that
I don't have good grades, I never did.
My love life is so fucked up, it's got twelve kids,
I delved into weed in grade 10, now I'm sober and I have no more friends.
I don't have a job, and I don't have no money,
nobody wants me, I'm pretty clumsy. I'm a dummy,
Years of writing poems and still only one made me money.
It's funny that I'm so fat can't fit my pants from last year.
I can't believe last year I wanted to be a pastor,
now I couldn't run from church any faster.
They're taking me in a hearse, slit my wrists to quench my thirst for self destruction.
D.P. is still my cook ass at the function.
Met Anthony Bourdain, didn't even have time to sign my kitchen confidential, but fine,
soon I'll be the one signing my psycho watch novels,
it's a novelty that perfectly describes me.
You see,
used to see a psychiatrist, and take anti-depressants, now that I'm more depressed, I don't..
I won't say that my life is the worst, that's for sure,
because I've found success in the fact that I still love her, even though she loves him.
It's the worst.
I grew up here.
Summers on the rocky beach,
bleach my hair so people think I'm a rapper.
Wow that was gay,
still a little homophobic.
Homies of mine won't fuck with a dick.
We walked to the purple bus stop,
until I fell off the turnip truck.
we BMX'd until our pegs fell off.
Stop! talking about the negative stuff:
I've almost published my first book,
well respected in the poetry community,
spent two years writing my relationships eulogy,
had some great friendships, you and me used to be tight.
It's alright, still at the sight of her I might
tend to get right weird,
inside I get feelings of a dividing meaning.
Meaning I love her, but I can't,
but I do! So I better keep it in the can!
I have very little money,
but what do I need it for,
school's payed, rents payed,
food is stocked,
already spent 6 months making stacks of 600 bucks a week,
now I make negative 600 a month. That's weak to me.
Monologue for now is as free as a bird, Squall,
but in a few years, might be scratched on the asylum wall.
I took a violent fall, then disappointed you all,
and disappeared for eternity,
I'm back at the Greenwood mall.
Annapolis valley Nova Scotia.
Back to Hali homie I'll take ya,
resided there for a year,
decided to make the worst of it. Ya hear,
More of a hermit than kermit the frog,
wore Etnies now I wear clogs cause I'm a lot more confident
Clogging it one good one in the head, if it's rude to me.
Moved to see the girl I love,
live with her, but apparently our love withered in this
stormy weather.
I'm still close with heather,
not with our connection though.
Connection flow more precise than Lego,
my brains a device that won't let go, ever,
never give up, they tell ya, but they don't admit
the extent the pain gets to.
You feel like ending it before the first trimester of success,
What defines it?
I find divine pleasure in admitting that
I don't have good grades, I never did.
My love life is so fucked up, it's got twelve kids,
I delved into weed in grade 10, now I'm sober and I have no more friends.
I don't have a job, and I don't have no money,
nobody wants me, I'm pretty clumsy. I'm a dummy,
Years of writing poems and still only one made me money.
It's funny that I'm so fat can't fit my pants from last year.
I can't believe last year I wanted to be a pastor,
now I couldn't run from church any faster.
They're taking me in a hearse, slit my wrists to quench my thirst for self destruction.
D.P. is still my cook ass at the function.
Met Anthony Bourdain, didn't even have time to sign my kitchen confidential, but fine,
soon I'll be the one signing my psycho watch novels,
it's a novelty that perfectly describes me.
You see,
used to see a psychiatrist, and take anti-depressants, now that I'm more depressed, I don't..
I won't say that my life is the worst, that's for sure,
because I've found success in the fact that I still love her, even though she loves him.
It's the worst.
I grew up here.
Summers on the rocky beach,
bleach my hair so people think I'm a rapper.
Wow that was gay,
still a little homophobic.
Homies of mine won't fuck with a dick.
We walked to the purple bus stop,
until I fell off the turnip truck.
we BMX'd until our pegs fell off.
Stop! talking about the negative stuff:
I've almost published my first book,
well respected in the poetry community,
spent two years writing my relationships eulogy,
had some great friendships, you and me used to be tight.
It's alright, still at the sight of her I might
tend to get right weird,
inside I get feelings of a dividing meaning.
Meaning I love her, but I can't,
but I do! So I better keep it in the can!
I have very little money,
but what do I need it for,
school's payed, rents payed,
food is stocked,
already spent 6 months making stacks of 600 bucks a week,
now I make negative 600 a month. That's weak to me.
Monologue for now is as free as a bird, Squall,
but in a few years, might be scratched on the asylum wall.
I took a violent fall, then disappointed you all,
and disappeared for eternity,
I'm back at the Greenwood mall.
Published 13th Dec 2014
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