The Urge

A new years resolution
Eight months seven days late
And a couple hundred dollars short
With furious anger oh what a loon I am
After cup after cup of coffee
So cold since they built that huge steel structure
Still trying to figure out how I messed up again
Ducking under the rastamans eye
As curious as a tainted child
Know nothing I like better than to sit there and ponder
Why don’t they sell effort at the store in a bottle
That I could sit upon a shelf and sip when I needed
Everything not to bother
Going to get on top now
I think it’s the devil that’s been speaking
Putting these crimes inside my head
I didn’t know how far from dry land
I had started to drift
To the current I surrendered
Because if the grass is greener on the other side
I might take a walk to avoid this mess
Unexplainable
A hit or miss
Out of the ballpark
And out of my hands
I lost
And realized in spite of the liquor
I had already played this game
Three times before
Back when the darkness had layers
So full of ammunition and undeniable charm
I’d scream
But I’m running out of breath

The Urge

babykilljoy

Joined November 2007

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