untitled

do you ever go through periods were you don't understand
  and I don't just mean the usual downer
i mean those apocalyptic worrisome designs
   riddle me up and down with all their finds
tell me I'm just another sack of shit
carbon-based forms of dead state's guts

it's actually funny thinking it like that
i'm the projectile vomit of stars being born
just to regurgitate all that hydrogenous mass
anatomically fixed to the last
and only then does it have the audacity
to say 'fuck you and goodbye'

but at least there's humour to be found
not just some dead man's sound
put together to have shoved down my throat
told to shut up, listen, then go around
i guess that's what makes poetry so fun
i get to rhyme some bullshit to get some

no, not some in that specific way
although i won't argue if that's what you say
you want me to do you at night
going down on you right between the sheets
plastered by the sweaty wants already delivered
but again, we go off track to have dinner

seriously though i do gotta say
it's important to remember what's here to stay
when all others leave behind our backs
be grateful for those that don't lack
any loyalty you've inspired in them
cause you always gotta remember

~we're just molecules floating in december