no more resentment, irritability, or a storm of burns faster than your cigarette

only exacerbation for what was, a collapse of weariness, my bones can’t even maneuver, let alone race unless your answer is another indignant outrage

I can’t handle this perpetual swing of emotional gears which you puppeteer like a duet

your self-gratification swings lower than the bulls balls but you say that’s dignity, a comedy featuring one where your part is the tragedy, you think you are playing a part on the stage?

let’s reflect on self respect

because despair portrayed in unchecked, independent, and self-righteous songs will result in a suppressed, provoked and unraveling of truth

suck on that lollipop

sometimes I just need to let it out