lately
sweating like a mutt
the reality squeeze me
and messes with my yellow gut.
what to do bitch?
can’t go on like this.
gotta sort which is which,
or else you’ll seriously get bruised by a mental sanity pitch.
try some balls;
you pick the size!
if you’d asked me,
anything above the subatomic benchmark/circumference should do the job for a start-up, survival kit size.
I’m telling you man..
the horror factor is still there
I wish I was somewhere else
all free from any genuine dare.
for a while
I’m just gonna stay low, camouflage design,
and hide in some thick tasty red wine.
cheers!
