I twerked to Achy Breaky Heart this morning, in my car, on the way to work. You think Billy Ray will mind?
You might possibly have saved me from myself
into something that wasn’t good for me
Are you really that wise?
Wise enough to hold a hand out
to stop the descent
Into the madness that is me
tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth
don’t leave any parts out
life is messy
as long as I don’t have to clean up for you
open it up
let it spill
spew forth from your reality
tell all, like one of those trash mags at the checkout stand of the local grocery store
I can handle the truth
even if you can’t
I can envelop your unfettered banter
and inhale it into my soul
like an unfiltered Lucky Strike
though it may be poison
your truth tastes so good
**Once again. . . this shit is mine. . .these words might not be much, but they’re all I have. . .copyrights and some such shit. . .
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i've choked on my words for far too long
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