© 2012 Self-Portrait
41 isnt’ so bad really
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you can’t stand the facts
the simple act of truth
non-fiction tripping on this dereliction of duty
and that rude faced bold faced creep
creeping up on my shoulders
can’t stand the state of that
gave too much
you didn’t give a fuck
gave too little
you came back for just a bit more
took it away and you throw me out
ya ain’t got no double negatives
they strap on in quadruple doses
your sentence structure fails
no comma can justify your end tales
can’t say shit without your mouse clicking on my tits
thinking everything i write is about you
there are too many people in the world to focus all my energy
THERE
Where?
Oh her, him? Can I get a little whim?
You spent three hours jocking that trip
didn’t even have the decency for some kinship
a an they’re there their here hear
get it straight cause you look like a dope
type talking like some degenerate
trying to play the dice
you’ll come up craps all day long
