“Here in my own way.”
What does that say?
Can you think as much as they say you will someday?
I’ve been working hard all day.
I haven’t got a word to sing.
I never think too much about who I’ll will away.
Hog destiny with a cross drawn on her head.
I can hear her vomit off the porch beneath my bed.
Some soft forlorn and fun-loving simpleton says
“Let’s get mobile.
We’ll go to Hartford.
Just drink this off
until we make it to summer.”
Cheers to mindless thought
There goes my good shot.
Don’t take it bad.
Well about me?
What about you?
You knew Destiny has no compassion
for little men or teacher’s pets.
Go on, see how far this gets you.
Far beyond your parents lives
you’ll rise on up a poet and a scholar.
Look down and say
“fuck these friends I’ll stay right
here in my own way”.
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