–just a rusty toothy trap I’ve gnawed off all my limbs To escape past days; Now it’s got me by the throat. Sponsors say, “Don’t forget to bray yr prayers:” Grant me the Asininity To excerpt the change I cannot stand Cowardice to fear my fellow man, & Anxiety to excuse the falling short. Thus sprecks The Piece of Shit at the Center of the Universe Catching glimpses of Itself In the mirrors that were broken Last Thirstday in Ordinary Time When It I He We did swear Day One For the umpteenth tithe Offering his body upon the altar Anything that might alter This patter repetition pure palaver From the same old same old Day dawning on the Day Before. The only way to keep going Is to go thru Hell Unkink the Slinky In the shortest distance betwixt two points A lifeline outta downward spiral Remove the manhole cover Upward unto a street I’ve never seen before Be it Easy Street or Sunnyside Finnegan begins again For the very first birth.
sometimes life does feel like a walking shadow, a poor player, strutting and fretting his hour upon the stage, then heard from no more. i like the resistance to that here.
Dig the word play!
Words are my favorite playmates
sometimes life does feel like a walking shadow, a poor player, strutting and fretting his hour upon the stage, then heard from no more. i like the resistance to that here.
You had me at Shakespeare
Unkink the slinky 👌
Outrunning my genetics is what I get up each day for
I try not to use it as an excuse, but sometimes it feels like the cards are stacked against me, genetically speaking
I relate. 50% of my genetics make me ill to think but he’s not taking me down. Addiction is inherited and that is not an excuse 🖤