how can i sit still—knowing, as I do, that more dopamine is coming in a week or two? a radical shift, fire the risperi-done, benztropine, and the Lexapro! no old self returning—my angel follows suit - thinking of the good times that fol-lowed my reboot; it was good while it lasted, and now we’ve reached a different path;
slow train a-coming, but sticking, dearest, to His testi-mony, nothing about Him is a fluke. So you say you had your reasons to keep me in the loop. I interpret that as love: I know what I feel. i don’t get my signals crossed, i am, for now, a man of steel nothing but You can change that: I want what you want, so please, count me in!
Well, it’s your way or the highway, saving my way is made for You; can’t afford my bloodwork: that says a lot about you. Go to a clinic and wait in a line don’t got a day to do that—cancer, so soon? spread my virus around, sleeping on the clock, as women for hire do; look forward to the drift—audio behind, video ahead.
You can’t see me crying—you don’t need to; we know, little angel, that the audio is after You: ridicule from Jesus, and that tells me something, too! You never loved Aunt Jemima making corn fritters for us all. I’ll have my baby, lady, in the world I must forgive: that day is coming like my highs in arrears; sleeping, love, as good as it gets; fifteen minutes to nod off: go pee, then I’m back again, man of the mountain—I know what’s at stake
so you take me to school; i’m in my boots
quaking, darling, at the thought of You,
careful, woman, he aims at what he shoots,
thinking, now, as I most certainly do
when i feel the love I superscribe,
building a better tomorrow, keep it
together, little me, I do not feel the jibe
directed to the left of me, the man i quit
realizing that he’s broken—can’t fix what
has my tongue; i only get in the way
until the argument would call me a slut,
people need correcting when they stray
so i sought love elsewhere, for a time,
You caught me red-handed, i keep him in
tow with all my other vindictive rhyme,
forging the way that does not wear a grin
when the man of the hour falls on his face.
You do what you must, penis in the freezer,
thinking, now, for years, I’ll never give chase
when the next one, here, is a crowd-teaser