Life’s Been a Limousine

In times like these,
believe,
I often wonder how I came to be.
Bouncing in my birthday sleeves,
youth fountain for the worst of thieves.
Like….. “Pardon me mister”
What’s a rolla’ bowl to you?
Call it green or call it blue.
Just quickly collar me in leashes,
and I’ll leave the rest to you.

You know, if you’re running from your misery,
be sure to keep your scissors sheathed.
Else you’ll lose an eye,
and please do try,
to let that liver breathe.

Lustful rusting spent pretending days.
Cuz who can you even trust anyways?
Anyways…..
I’ve been prayed upon by wrongful watchers.
Laid too long with songless shoppers.
Who’s trust was never offered,
despite the efforts of the author.
But, FEAR NOT!
Those thoughts seem cross,
some misanthropic.
Often lost, but not off topic.
See my assorted sort of portly problems, with a sordid fork I sorely sought them…
So, sorry for tipping you in,
on my traumatic little tale.
You see, these starry skies I’ve been gripping,
all fall down without fail.
Cuz life’s been a limousine,
perhaps that’s why I’ve grown so tired.
I’ve been swimming in the amenities,
but I ain’t ever seen a driver.
And now,
it’s another night,
asleep alone.
Sure’d love to fight, despite creaking bones.
But, stuttered statements leave me sea sick prone.
                       Now only blurred lines make sense.  
Bless the preacher thrown,
into gutters grateful, for meal chunks blown.
But buttered hate still tastes as bitter,
as the two day late changed kitty litter.
Do we grow great,
only to delay the wasteful way we wither?
FUCK it!
Shut up and eat your dinner.