i got issues
when i realized i have puncher’s chance at fame
i decided to give all my stuff away
only kept my guitar and some old narratives
that keep me locked and loaded
just gotta survive this day
and the long cold winter ahead
i got issues, yes its true
magnify then demagnify them
like a mad scientist with a poet’s license to thrill
gonna become a snakeoil salesman
sell a rebirth control pill
to all the foolish dreamers
governments hate me because i am alone
and i am not scared of living on the streets
would be the best thing that ever happened to me
and my god damn poetry
i got issues, oh i sure do
and then i discombobulate them
like a lion playing with its food
i got issues, born to lose
it’s just what i do
dont give a fuck
about you
well no, i kinda do
but only when i feel like
a new age tool
why the fuck are my ears so hairy?
i must be turning into a gay hobbit
Mordor, here i come!