Pick Your Poison (WiP)
Let’s get drunk off the liquor quicker
some say i’m a bitter quitter
because i spun out hard
and became a rising sinner
cause i load my gun with dinner
eating bullets doused in vinegar
hitting it fast and vengeful with the pull of my pistol’s trigger
bicker as you’re drinking the elixir
mixed with a poisonous fixture
of sorrow and a broken picture
tomorrow won’t bring a better scripture
for my life as i see it
should be abruptly completed
i feel so goddamn defeated
its telling me to stay retreated
mentally depleted
typical thoughts that are heavily deep seeded
in grand massacre
of a self degree
cause i’m a bastard
of the highest pedigree
and I don’t foresee
a brighter future for me
so i throw the noose high over the canopy
or maybe jump into a hail of gunfire for free
or just collide with a damn freight train stampede
and i don’t mean to impede on your positive emotions
i’m just goin through all the poet’s notions
the ebb & flow like a grand commotion
maybe i should just take a different approach in
the way that i word things
life’s nearly not as bad as it seems
