stitch it if you please-
but now I’m too far gone
too instage-this disease.
That’s why I sit here scribbling
in an ink that could be blood.
I’d change it but I’m angered
and the tears begin to flood.
I’ve never been so tired,
so ready to let it out;
a f*** you to my neighbors,
I’m ready now to shout.
I feel like I am flying
high on ravin’ E,
but in fact I’m only dying-
there is nothing left of me.
My cheeks are flaming hot now,
I think my stomach churns.
I’m capable and I’m able
but I cannot stop this burn.
The words are getting tired,
the b****es are still near,
I’ll wake up in the morning
and pretend I wasn’t here.
And still I go on ranting
as if I’ve had enough,
but this elixir’s enchanting
and it helps me get unstuffed.