A few thoughts

Fragmented words creep into my dictionary
How can I make you understand?
The dissatisfaction of your own hide
Thoughts of my poetry skinning you alive

If every point had a reason
Then every word would have a meaning
I'll lure you in, since your intrigued
Finding the right word, causes such fatigue

No one's worth it in the long run
Everyone is out for themselves
We continue to create, articulate and construct
For those who enjoy, thanks for giving two fucks!