Poem (Compilation)
We're never sure if what we do is right, nor will we ever give up a fight... Heavyweight champ... Or lightweight loser... Either way life's a doozer... Wrong or Right... Keep up the fight... Win or lose... You have no excuses... Complain and bitch, better than being snitch, or just enlightening the facts, before I have a heart attack... I'm not aware of what I do... I can only say, the jokes on you... I like it when I pass through a crisis, so I can drink to celebrate the pain, but then like a pressure cooker ready to pop... Coming down with agony and tears... So misunderstood by the masses... Screaming in pain, calling me queer... I'm not weird until you remind me so... I was a man until you forced me down... On my knees begging me please... Throw down your sword, and submit to me... Fuck you... In self control, never to the tyranny of man and sin... The enemy... I was never in a rush in life... I took it as it came... Like a Saucerful of Secrets... And a box of tissue