I'm a mess
Even at my best
I'm dismantling my chances
Even as I win
A bunch
I got tripwires to finesse
I'm a mess
Now I ain't right
If there's a test tonight
I will ask for an extension
As I slide my desk
A bit
Toward the conman dressed in white
I ain't right
In fact it's messier still
That mess is a hook that drags me along
And now that mess has an entourage
All dressed in dungarees
What went wrong?
I confess
And like a chess piece, yes
I have rolled under your piano
That you don't play
A lot
But I'm sorry,
I digress
I'm a mess
So let me out
Don't want to be your mouse
I want to find a softer spot
For my crash landing
Not much to talk about
Let me out
In fact it's messier still
That mess on the loose and leading the mob
They march with pitchforks and torches now
They have your old ID disavow
Saturday, August 13, 2016
Is Life Spiraling Out of Control?
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2 comments:
The question can be answered with one small word.
Y___E___S___!
A more interesting question would be, "WHY is it spinning out of control?"
I have my ideas, but would anyone else care to speculate? We might have an interesting discussion, IF we could agree to stop insulting one another, speak clearly and directly, in plain English and stop using obfuscatory, esoteric jargon.
The horses and asses are taking over. Hee-Haw Hee-Haw (Plato, "Republic")
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