bookworm. - Maybe...

I'm adorably deplorable
You've been cordially implored to tour and explore the contourous tornado of my sonorous core
Which may make me immortal and the thought of which is more horrible than I'm incorrigible
And just when i think my hard drive storage is full
I got more bullets of bullshit to pull
From the magnum of my opus
And who's more of the fool?
Myself, with the idea I got a handle of my locus
Or you? With the most broken of focus
You couldn't unravel one thread from where my pen laid the notes which
Lead to no fear
Oh dear, I gotta find if the opening's near here
Where the trees meet the road and the smoke clears
Holding my throat while holding in tears
In hopes myself knows I don't want to destroy my self before i get there

But maybe I do...
Maybe I don't...
Maybe I will...
Maybe I won't...

I've seen death
I've been led
To weep less
While sleepless
I believe stress
Cuz much less is meaningless
And this meeting is adjourned
I've been scorned, burned, wounded and heard
By the herd of dogs and birds to be returned to buckets of slop
We learn slacking off saying "Fuck it" a lot
I've been stabbed in the back, tears in a bucket a lot
And I almost kicked it up and out the atmosphere
But I was like, "Not before I kick the dust out the rut that I'm stuck in"
So that's what up then
Holy fuck man! I can't feel my face!
I can't heal my race!
But i can fuckin'
I'll fuckin'!
I'll...
SHIT! I think I'm losing it
They gave me prescription drugs but I was abusing them
And I didn't want to get stuck in a hospital room again
Make a tomb my den
Or any other despicable end

But maybe I do...
Maybe I don't...
Maybe I will...
Maybe I won't

Written by:
J. Dobski

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