It was funny until it weren’t I’m so sorry I misconstrued the argument I thought you were edgy for edge sake When it’s really something different deeper You got indoctrinated, Down an alr right pipe line Slowly I didnt see your steps Know your individual time line But I’m impressed you think you’re in the right- But look who you’re hurting you’re not alright Not protecting life You’re not George carlin You’re not South Park you can’t hate everyone equally without being a total dork, Inspired by Sam Hyde and he’s not funny Prolly kinda relates to why you’re not funny. You can’t hate everyone equally when you hate yourself most first and full most It’s hard to remember what youre seeing is poo poo when the rest of your house is close to compost You’re really living the life you set out to live? Metal as fuck you’ve gotta give Yourself some credit you went and did it; Turned your life into mountain of shit from a mole pile of shit Pat yourself on the back for all you’ve done You’re 26 now soon you’ll be 27 And once you’re that if you’re not dead then after that you’ll be 28. Follow your dream but get a better message Hating trans people is so fucking backwards it’s impressive And hating people who don’t have any money? But being cool with how that same money fucked your fucking country? You’re a fucking nationalist! Get your fuckjng priorities in order And your head out of your ass Your mind is in dismal corner of a bin You’re lost in the past and lost in the sauce Your ass needs a bath Your mouth is a door now Now shut it. Jeff Bezo’s will never care about you more than profit The same way you don’t care enough not to be stagnant- Like Delete your YouTube history Delete your past cookies You’re watching the same stuff you did in high school I’m past looking I’m done

Less tired less sick Dry skin on the tip of my penis moisturizer on it Seems to help , At least in the moment I have to hope it’s not more than That. Kettles boiling I’ll run to get that If you have a few words to say here you can *sound of running and kettling I’m mocking tired from the back to the front Sun faded green hair flops back a bunch. I try to pack a lunch for any extended outing But sometimes being prepared takes the fun right out of going I haven’t been the same since I got covid I didn’t cough that much I just havent my will to live. Ever since I hold hot coffees till they go temperate I sold nothing and got more blatant. I don’t like racists. I do my kickflips And stare into Mario kart (every different system) I back into my spots so I can leave going forward And boy do I leave I leave when I’m bored. And leave when I’m told By friends from an old Time That they now openly shave their heads and Hate on the poor and on the queer And If you don’t you’re no longer welcome there I’ve been in this routine of not much I’ve lined the que up I have what I want to listen to and what I want to. watch (what I watch) I’m happy with less as long as that less rocks I know that I’m dying when giving the fuck up But I know that I’m dying when living it the fuck up When am I thriving? I’m living for such spots I’m getting a better routine I’m getting a better peen Turns out all your skin is connected I had to moisture the whole thing! I’m getting cool encounters and working for some money And Smell much better than I ever thought I would and gettin kinda comfy Wake up in the morning, drink coffee from a cup I have hands that are wrinkled from doing the dishes, I let them build up!

Brown smoke stains on gyprock Jon, Dark dark outside the pink reflection. Face to the glass Coin eyes in the flash, Standing luckily Dressed up at last. 30 Limp walking over strip searched clearcuts, Guys I’m looking for a new alt hair cut One from the piggy bank To get some caffeine I’m really living it up it seems Green car burning, Tired eyes beaming hands hold the wheel Second guess until I get there Made it though the Winter I’m crying Another’s coming I’m shaking I’m crying. But I’m alive And I’m alive And I’m alive and I’m Alive and I’m alive and I’m alive and I’m alive When I was a young boy I showed an uncertain temperament My parents didnt want the stigma so unmediated is how I went started at a rural school Homeschooled till grade 4 In class Smelled the air out the window Loved to learn but wanted more At this time it was the walkathon Made us sell magazines we barely want “I don’t get tired when I walk I only get tired when I run” Effortlessly it seemed We”d be Able to you know, at least succeed. Loved it, bought it, trusted each other Moved right after; to a town hours over Maybe having nothing to do there Compounded the feelings I tried to skate over To face at each of the none spots And try and see if I could find closure I feel like it’d be okay to cry looking back to feel bad about What kind of people I cared to care about compared myself too and shared my time around I love you And I don’t care to hide it now I Didn’t have to act cool, or barely-pare it down My life goal Is kind of dragging on A headache to my mom Dad should try a bong (Pass it on) Millionaires give me the smallest share they can A cut of a cut of a cut. I copy my friends and cut my bangs A cut and a cut and a cut cinnamon and pineapple Fresh early air and rising smoke I see why people buy lottery tickets It’s not being poor as much as having hope Brown smoke stains on gyprock Jon, Wash them away with some soap and a sponge Sun grows outside and lights up the front. Eyes look normal Standing Dressed up 30 Limp walking over strip searched clearcuts, Still looking for a new alt hair cut Another from the piggy bank To get some caffeine I’m really living it up it seems Green car burning, Tired eyes beaming hands hold the wheel Second guess until I get there Made it though the Winter I’m crying Another’s coming I’m shaking I’m crying. But I’m alive And I’m alive And I’m alive and I’m Alive and I’m alive and I’m alive and I’m alive