04-02-2014, 04:44 AM
(inspired by Ellajam)
I fear my life has become a bore,
I don’t chase wild women anymore,
—nor do they chase me—
I’ve given up the drugs and the drink,
so now if I should falter, it’s not from
worshipping at the porcelain altar,
or someone’s bathroom sink.
I’ve lived my life 3 to their 1,
but this fourth one is not so much fun,
and I’m feeling so very tired and undone
—better when I was insane—
I guess I can’t complain.
Better than formaldehyde in,
and blood swirling
down,
down,
down
…the drain!
I fear my life has become a bore,
I don’t chase wild women anymore,
—nor do they chase me—
I’ve given up the drugs and the drink,
so now if I should falter, it’s not from
worshipping at the porcelain altar,
or someone’s bathroom sink.
I’ve lived my life 3 to their 1,
but this fourth one is not so much fun,
and I’m feeling so very tired and undone
—better when I was insane—
I guess I can’t complain.
Better than formaldehyde in,
and blood swirling
down,
down,
down
…the drain!