Life nonsense intolerance
*Complete nonsense trigger warning* ( inspired by my out of tune singing of Smash mouths-‘all Star’)
Hey, now you’re an office fuckstar!
Orgasms in the office stopped mid-flow,
then the printer got jammed,
And made life so
Wants a piece of fame.
still, these waters run deep.
swim off to get away from the look at me’ protestors with their self-drawn, scrawled picket’.
Jam need more than cursing semen.
I’ve got energy I need to burn up.
Let me feast like queen-on sushi and haute cuisine.
It’s not like I have nothing to do.
I have a to-do list,
Daisy in the Willows believe it or not.
I’m not getting my usual kicks from turning blue.
I’m talking nonsense cos I’m frustrated.
People are fickle.
So, here I am
typing — wisely refusing to do any ass wiping-
I’m worth more than a nickel.
Money is a means to an end
Credit – I’m borrowing on limited time only.
Interest served for these corporations
Who turn my life into a hang man’s noose.
cul de sac
loopy dead end.
Everybody wants a fake bake .
I failed the pencil test rule
I need to buy new lingerie for own my blushing breasts sake.
sexual and passionate-
not a fan of
Being Laid In.
look at me
Casper the ghost has nothing on this glowing skin.
I don’t fit in.—
there’s no scene
Unless I acknowledge it.
Let me be ignorant.
Insight is turning me into some evil mutant
I’m a music whore — to my very core.
Hell has nothing on me-
Sending tickets to remind them I am the serpent from mythic folklore.
Shut your taboos up .
I have nothing to hide….
-except for a few stretch marks and an imagined belly that resembles raw pork in a butchers shop
Shave my head
Take my dignity
I’m feeling rather ranty.
So much to do.
Typing shit – I’m probably due my meds cos now I’m on Electric Avenue.
Write to recover from mental imbalances.
I’m feeling better-
my memory’s erased from CBT shock therapy.
Thanks doc , I brought extra-large diapers,
and now I’m better walking round like baby Huey-
toddler mentality of a pig.
Before I get diced into a stew with other mashed up veggies.
*Apologies for this post*
Posted on Sep 14, 2017, in Uncategorized and tagged GO THORUGH ALL OF THESE, humour, MUSIC BLOG, Random, rant, rants, self expression, self-talk, stream of consciousness writing, technology, The lyrics to my life, Thoughts, WRITE TO RECOVER. Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.