It’s been three years since they said it would be over in three months.
It’s been three years since I wasn’t warned to bear the brunt.
It’s been three years since I couldn’t munch-crunch on brunch-
Only ever wanting to confront the bunched up grunts with a punch,
And a punt in their scrunched up guts.
But I was too weak – too tamed to maim the brains I blame,
For my guts lacerated like a hollow candy-cane.
So all my aggression, depression, pressurized this compression,
That I prayed would turn my lump of coal into a diamond – that’s my confession.
Kept tryin’ to turn it into a positive,
But I’m positive – it sure was causative.
The result was no diamond. I’m jaded.
My ‘care-free’ faded. My Mr. Brightside shaded.
And to not be angry at the God who forgave me;
I hope He’ll save me from these drugs I keep taking.
‘Cuz I know that I’m destined for more than monthly injections,
For this lower intestine.
And you know I’m bestin’,
To alchemize this jade into perfection.
It’s predestined progression- not even a question of reaching succession.
I’m working to the top.
Until then- can’t stop.