Do not look back in sorrow
excuse me could I borrow
a pen to simply write my thots*
of life that you may have forgot...
Oh that one really made me think
I'm coming up, I'm on the brink
of extinction - wait I thought I was
never mind it's all because...
I have anger rooted so deeply
it's coming out so sweetly
in ink from a lovely quill
I found out taking your own damn pill.
It's called words, bitch give it up
whatever act it is - you're not enough
to keep me locked up in my mind
stigma? please let's just unwind.
Let's watch some modern television
or else we may have a collision
of this thing called ideology
my god, it feels good to be me.
*it was meant to be spelled that way.