2003-08-03 - 5:58 a.m.
this might be offbeat reaching
I don't mean to be too preachy
so I fail to say what's really on my mind
there's no tendency in me to wish you'd find
your inner doppleganger cast into a pit
and that's my contemplating, healing, tender wit
and I know the basic types of temperment
there are differences between us and they went
Like swifting currents intervenous I'll admit
As the hypo registers, blood flows through it
And then it's booted in the arm and it's a fix
So far removed from me it never contradicts
With any present form of apathy or funk
But there's a crave-worthy different source of junk
Something that came to take the place of what was not
The sting of Abbaddon is barren and it's hot
The brain I had was gone or in a state of rot
A never ending writhing worm in truth decay
Forever suffering in torment in my way
Do you ever really feel me when I say
There is a God who hears in heaven when we pray
It might not happen when you utter it in haste
Perhaps you'll feel all that you've muttered was a waste
But in the darkness and the tears
He pulled me out of drunken fears
And I have never been the same as what I was
And I am sure who is the blame, I know, because
When my train had come untracked
The coffin yawned and it unpacked
My brains were scrambled eggs, alack!
The hollow misery was whacked!
I thought somehow I had to act
and didn't study the contract
which says it's true, yes it's a fact
just call collect, he'll call you back,
even if you don't know jack
about the price of Jersey crack
or gas prices in Iraq
or the burlap cloth of sack
it's not ascetics, whips on back,
or some pathetic mass attack
it's more a strength that will attract
the cosmic order that you lack
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