Sierra Leone 

In an effort to salvage even the slighest percentage of what I once had left me with vital organs that might just hemorrhage. My innards twist and turn, I'm convinced that sinners learn their lesson once the minutes burn. I got soul. I'm sick with concern about my operative role. Deadbeat inhabitants on planet earth are programmed at birth to be apathetic at events. Even if athletic they're inaqequate, turning the sexually active to abstinent, mentally absent.

You're not accepting of you, you accent different tones, either listening on the phone, long distance, or reading an interesting poem. In this instance, hearing a song spoken out, I could fill my tub with confidence and still soak in doubt. Stick your soap in my mouth. When I speak in bubbles, it will give me the appearance of a cartoon and weaken my troubles. Then with each step I take I'll be leaving puddles, and even though you're damned, everyone drowns when I flood pounds.

I'm bein too discreet and subtle. Man you'd figure this kid would be learning to stay away from ambiguous wording. Understand it's deserving, purposely I stall. How many times can I be treated rudely during a courtesy call?

I've been left with a dial tone, yes denied on the phone. I'm depressed and I'm alone. Time to forget writing a poem, my minds been set, my life's been shown, I'll confess on the microphone.


Now in the past year, I've done some of the worst things imaginable, not including making songs that hopefully bring capital. I reside in places that are practically inhabitable, and I know none of this really matters to you, but I shall continue. In recent months, I don't even think I've been decent once, my view of this world has been skewed, I see your priests as punks.

w/e