[Intro]

[verse]

These centuries waiting to happen

Can some people even begin to

Bring ourselves closer to

What even the most despondant

Minds can fathom and maybe

These silly times really do avoid

Make me believe in what? Myself or the

The wood I know You’ll eventually thrust, i must

What else is there? A nail?

Do your worst – I have XYX Chromo

The Heaven beneath some thighs

The hole is never a goal for men

Wanting real answers

A quirt is never dirt in my prose

For people who stop so quickly

I have a strange way or making

My thhoughs relapse

And collapse

In the most latent

In the end, it’s a momentary cure

From endless sighs, that offer

Nothing but the unsure realization

To awake with you – the pills do wonders

Its akin to memories I

Can no longer bear, nor

Have the time to care – only

dare, Never give ones own time

To Henry Jackson’s folly

He isn’t worth it for all my worth

For he only wants 1 thing

Which clings to anything

Like a heretic, I'm a reader

Ready to meet my maker

She had eyes that I wanted

Dry like the pigsty I long for