temerity

anything let go of is covered with claw marks  
and you can writhe your whole life for it  
everything i've heard in these rooms is all about you,  
still somewhere in toledo after seven cups of coffee    
a woman speaks of a man in eastern omaha,  
a larger man,one of broader stature,  
who keeps trying to tell everyone  
the best thing the jews ever did was kill Christ,  
but most of us are only here to get our sheet signed.  
   
   
And who hasn't read even just a little of the book?  
in spite of pyrrhonism and malaise,  
the way the eyes hurt when the headaches come,  
things get blurry to the point no bridge of the nose rub  
or temple massage can help to distinguish  
if one is a wise man or just another negative, miserable prick  
with a worthless coin  
things will get better just give it time,  
but some of us might not have enough.  
   
So suffer bastard  
one day at a time is just putting suicide off until tomorrow  
people, places and things,    
amputate all you can instructions  
Emily said "hope is the thing with feathers"  
but i only have hollow bones,both ears and no syphilis  
(or maybe I just haven't noticed if it's gotten to my head yet)  
a lack of ability to almost articulate the damage  
in a positive manner,  
answer question with question,  
when it comes to the whys' just because is never good    
enough  
make vague references from self diagnosis,to self treatment,  
everyone wants to be able to play the piano,believe in ghosts,  
think putting the bottle down was the best idea we ever had,  
but not all of us can be so lucky.