yep. I was completely fuckin' wrong.
and then I wrote a really lovely song;
of course I couldn't fuckin' wrap it up with thong!
but, then again: was I? did I? could I? inquire!
rhyming's tight, but shit ain't that variously bright
as it used to be when I had some of that fight inside;
and fire inside(!), and used to ride the wilder, dire side
of the wider winter nights with no dynamite behind
my tired eyes as I seem to always do it nowadays;
and, wow! I'm dazed and even then I'm fuckin' fazed!
am I a crazed bitch who threw away its fuckin' game?
or did I become so numb I can't even stab a face?
(I can't be dumb enough not to realize it's a waste).
did I say "variously bright"? then I was horizont'ly lyin'!
shit tends NOT to keep together for a very long time;
so I keep coming back to gather some of these rhymes...
