Today is the Solstice of Winter,
and work was a madhouse,
it put me through the ringer.
As is often the case
I’m awaiting my pizza dinner
while meditating on how to make
my paper grow bigger,
so bitches can whisper amongst themselves,
“That’s that nigga!”
But moreso I want a life
that isn’t shitty,
nevermind a wife.
Honest truth I’d probably have several,
since it’s hard to find just one
that’s anywhere on my level.
I’m probably expecting too much,
standards too high
but any bitch would be lucky
to win commitment from this guy.
Yes, I can be replaced.
Even when clearly winning the race!
Who threw that blue shell?
“You’re solid gold,
I’ll see you in Hell.”
Angsty words from one
of my favorite bands
as I think of an angsty girl
with a body like wonderland.