How deep does your rage,
Self-contained on the page,
ever fully express
the fear and distress
of a life strung in the gallows
drifting far from the shallow
w
a t
e r s?
It seems to me
that in all your monotony
you forgot what it is like
to be like Mike--
to shoot for those stars
and drive fancy sports cars.
All you want to do lately
is bitch and complain daily
about your troubled childhood,
wondering why no one understood
y o u.
It’s not that I don’t care
Or don’t have memories to share,
I'm not taking this lightly
but the same song nightly
is really pissing me off
so listen while I whisper this soft...
I really don't give a shit--
get
r
e i
v t
O !!
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