If I could
I would have it all.
The road is long
and my automatic transmission
is already wearing thin.
You really should’t bark at the self-made;
only the self-made with pride.
Their bombastity is pompous in stride
yet pessimism bleeds from their hopeful eyes.
(They make meals of shit. Trust me,
I’ve seen their feasts.)
Now life feels naked without love.
we won’t go down that street.
We all know the house
emotion so deep...
There’s roaches in my cupboard
and mices at my feet
yet this passage of laziness is so forgiving.
Let free will reign for another month.
Embraces for each of my friends,
emotion so deep....