Cumbersome

Disgusting discussions ricocheting repercussions
 Distrusting desperate times call for untrusting desperate measures
 This ignorance is bliss so I buried the treasure
 Perpetual evolution in black and white resolution
 Here practically without solution is an embalming state of confusion
 This pollution breeds poverty and destitution
 The contribution is retaliation with retribution
 Abusing the using profusely morality and scruples used loosely
 Whoa is me whoa what a doozy
 Everything's absolutely absurd
 Mark my words
 Running from the herds
 There is where I hear I'm clear here I will be heard
 My speech is slurred
 The bird flies from the curb perturbed and will not be disturbed
 Get spurred
 Whimpering with whimsy the wishful will of the weeping willow wilts willingly within the winter without a whisper
 Impossible for my heart to depart from this
 Heartlessness in darkness so marvelous
 No love to be found in trust
 Not from them none from us
 lust is a must
 Stainlessly we kiss the rust
 Then fight it and fuss it
 then cuss it When it turns to dust
 Blown away by gusts
 Face down on the road made of gravel
 In the swing of a gavel
 Watch it all unravel
 The facade falls nonchalantly and casual
 Ending the razzle dazzle
 Coincidences and consequences
 Delightfully contrite
 Driven by spite
 Sharpened by strife
 Like the razors edge of a knife
 That cuts like a life
 Sharper than the words on the right
 Which is left to the wrongs unwritten and left optically out of sight
 Rewritten misspellings encrypted in braille
 Unfelt feelings feeling like hell
 In the spitting image of a hollowed out shell
 Splitting away from the fall I fail
 Then becoming unwell I fell deep down the well
 Thinking that no one could tell
 As I sat for a spell
 Put under a spell
 Withered and pale In the ship that has sailed
 That's no longer for sale
 Behind walls I can't scale
 As the time has gone stale
 With a lingering smell
 As my bones become brittle and my skin grows fragile and frail
 Impatiently waiting weightlessly on the weightlessness
 I wait
 Still weightlessness weighs a sh*t ton
 Something or some things remain somethingly unsummed
 because you can't sum up a thing when there's always some more sh*t to be summed
 Neglecting infections
 Leaving lasting impressions
 Depressing confessions
 Leave you festering and destined
 Suppressive oppressions
 Leave you three times second guessing
 Now never to be level or plumb
 I see just how far gone my undone has come
 I was shown how much I did and how much I undid as I begun
 And how much more undoing there's still left to come undone
 Now bummed and disowned by my own reflection I am shunned
 To a stagger from a run
 From a song to a hum
 And yet no closer to finishing or replenishing since the diminishing has begun
 Now hung out to dry I have become overcome
 To this humdrum outcome I did not succumb
 Just to do it all for nothing to settle for lesser than less than none
 From undone sun to son's undone
 Now I've gotten the hang of it I'm hung
 With no pun intended cause this ain't no fun
 Somebody stick me with a fork I'm DONE