hangin' around
listening for a sound
studying for a change
the graphs all report the same
no mountains or spikes
or ovals in daggers
no pens in pants
camels in court
stupidity in servants
this place is the same
you never give me anything to work with
and you are so full of air
so tangled in your mental health
I'm sick
and sicker
and I'm thin
and thick
I'm wetter with the hurricanes
and dryer with the droughts
you are so mean
I'm a zero percent in literature
because I cannot understand
these classic compositions
sometimes it's all garbage to me
and I want to drown with
something more intense
than alcohol
I want to stay here
he makes it so hard to