A poem about the "why" of life. Why self-inflict torment? Why choose death over life? |
Ya' know The grind of life tears us apart There's not one soul survivor If I could, I'd plant a money tree Then I wouldn't have to wade through Resinous sludge, day in, day out Slowin' me down At least I have my sticky icky To caress me sensually Blowin' my mind 'til I Pass. Out Of the frying pan, into the fire Stress comes careening carelessly What am I even going on about? Paranoid once again, my friend Is this all life is about? Makes me sick! They say the cure is worse than The accursed illness ... I'm fine Pass. I'm high Safe and sound up in the sky Nobody can snatch me up Here with the queers Isn't it odd how they try To pierce us with they're flamin' darts? I'm invincible! It is you who are the tarts Man, I have the munchies now! Want some snacks? I'll share :) Pass. Story time Far above the stars is a king That can heal even a Weeping willow's hurts So they say, anyway Isn't it too good to be true? A crock of shit Is what I chew through to choose Destruction over salvation I'm not worth it, so I'll Pass. Ya' know The grind of life tears us apart There's not one soul survivor |