Lately the beds been made,
tucked, straight, pillows displayed.
What took so long to get this way?
Haven’t I been living just as I say?
Damn me open, reveal my shame,
I can’t count on playing this game.
Come see me down on my luck,
it’s like me to say, “I don’t give a fuck.”
Yeah, I embrace cringe while it’s warm,
I accept it in it’s true form.
Places everyone! The show is about to begin,
in this play the protagonist doesn’t win.
My left lung has expelled all the air,
inhale all the ways I no longer care.
I forget to flush, yes, my bad.
I’m not that clean, kind of sad.
I enjoy sex with no names,
the last man I had was, James?
I’ve missed an election, or two,
don’t come for me you political shrew.
I’ve fallen asleep with chocolate on my lap,
waking up to it dripping like sap.
My neighbors and I had sex when I was a teen,
Ridge Road slut was my name, kinda mean.
I lied about poisoning my step mother,
my mother blew my cover.
Dishing out jokes, I’m in heaven.
My brother is in a wheelchair, his name is Kevin.
In speech therapy they tried to dull my gay,
jokes on them, people love what I say.
At best I’m a C student,
my mind was on something more prudent.
I’m half late, half early, rarely on time,
this is my condition and it’s just fine.
The novel of my twenties would be called, “Financial Crisis.”
In my memory, I was not aware of the prices.
Now that I’ve said what I’ve said, I must confess.
I wouldn’t change anything honey, bless this mess.
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