Fuck you world.
I’m not going to get a job!
Not yet, you slob.
Suck my knob!
But please, can you first kill my bored?
I really just want to have some fun.
Before the City has its own, twisted kinda
Fun with me.
Dates. time. Location.
Taking its toll on my ravenous, foolish, inconsequential ways.
I wanted to stay, but I drove away.
Now I’m left rhyming.
my body twitching away and I have no place to come.
#Dismal is the cold, you say?
I’m sitting here laughing, giddy.
Crying when it melts and turns to slush under your road-rage rubbers.
Pessimistic Scrooge MacDucks.
Come out, my friends. Let’s go and play!
Will you kill my bored today?
“no. I am lay-zay.”
YOU DRIVE ME CRAY-ZE
“Bra, where do you want to go?”
I DON’T FUCKING KNOW!
I JUST GOT TO THIS PLACE.
I WAS EVERYWHERE AND I’M NOW-HERE.
“I’m frozen to the bone. Tomorrow.”
IT SPRING TIME, YOU TOOL!
I’m not the fool confusing winter for a different season.
“I have a job. things to do”
What if I said I really like y.o.u?
“I know, I know. but maybe tomorrow.
I’ll text you.”