Its not my turn to be willful, but I am yearning, for a frog sandwich, with some whip cream, and a cherry on top, my mom and dad visited me today, come to a side, come to a side, dance, dance, I had to run away, I almost smelled it, a story, those bastards, can find me anywhere, if they start playing music, if they allow the cookie to crumble, I'll have no choice, I'll start howling, stab, stab, stabbing, so much pain in living, I really don’t want it, the good, the love, the gayness, I'd rather be dead, stay clear of all of it, just a puppet on a string, so many lessons, hammered into me, eternity, after each eternity, the ocean waves, pushing and pulling, I wish I was in prison, the West extends, someone call the nurse, check his heartbeat, but baby, I thought you wanted to unlock the next setting, work for a living, extend your life, make mistakes, and build karma, my father, there’s no pleasing him, maybe I’m doomed, to lose, become another bitch, the heavens above, and hell’s depths, are so evil, this poetry is just a reflection of them, somewhere within, is who I want to be, the place I want to live, away from everything, give up fame and fortune, I don’t want to be a baller, I just want to be another, non-playable character, but I am an Xbox controller, old ghosts and demons still haunt me, if the strings are pulling, click, clack, I’ll start tap dancing, good or evil, right or wrong, selfish or selfless, curse or blessing, we’re all the same, there’s no escaping, we’ll get fucked either way, that’s something that never changes, you can give up, give in, but hiding inside, is survival instincts, push the right buttons, left, left, jump, right, your whole character, hammered into you, being built up, throughout your whole life, then there it is, your turn, who knew you knew all the steps to this dance, all the words to the song, dreams echo out, do you trust in architecture, do you trust in art, if you just let it happen, no one can deny, it will be beautiful, but sometimes the devil is whispering, you’re hungry, and you haven’t been fed, sometimes you yearn for it, rebellion, the big bang, change places, decide your place, on the hierarchy, the gong rings out, the stage is set, 2024, here we come, the play begins, love and romance, where did you fall, are you satisfied, are you winning, does the road extend outwards, the next thing, the next thing, the dice is spinning, where will you settle, maybe I’ll leave a gravestone, call this island a home, but maybe you’re looking for more, challenges and glory, on the horizon, ballers and gangsters, cyber-ware, escape the simulation, maybe we just want to keep going, take in everything, as much as we can, the legion calls, maybe we just want to eat, do our part, for the family, I can let it happen, allow the river to continue flowing, satisfied, to be shaped by the audience, I really like it, humanity, away from gods and demons, just living our lives, as part of the system, outside of the story, maybe it was meant for me, the service industry, sort of a weird place to end it, but its something, I really believe in, the truth echoing, no, sir, I’m not giving in, this is my destiny, a gravestone, a body, Joyboy laughing, a fisherman and his net in the sea, a ladle of soup, scooping it out, wet tits and pussy, its honestly better, than dancing in the moonlight, wondering what’s right, if all my evil, is justified, I just want to be numb, but is that what the undead, in the matrix, the children, is this what they seek out, when they read poetry, who should I be, should I just follow mommy and daddy, Earth and its happy family, ongoing wars, bile blood, the ocean and her tight pussy muscles, maybe she’ll squeeze the life out of me, and it just keeps going, I’ve honestly been, so dirty, the new year and consequences, a beast going into hiding, the cow jumped over the moon, when will I lose my virginity, the merry-go-round went around, and my hymen grew back, what sort of words, what should I do with that, I lost track of the plot, just a record of words, my diary, putting it out there, the thoughts that pass through here, leave them on the internet, for a witness to see, maybe my words, the world will weigh me, a saving grace, maybe there’s too much blasphemy, I am but a man, and these are my feelings, they might not be pretty, but I tried to play according to the rules, this is the truth, that was showed to me, a baby crying, rock him to sleep, I still have work in the morning, I’ll see you next year, damn, the game beginning.

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