I’m on the phone,
on the road.
On the way to my appointment.
I’m using cash,
getting some gas
As I stop by your tenement.
No ones there so I drive,
Cigarette in my right,
I accept your bad treatment.
I start to struggle
I begin to stumble
As now I’m losing this heated argument
I’m passed this now
But I don’t know how
I’m back drawn to it.
Where would I be if only I could see
Past simple-minded phases
and feelings of delicacy
when the callus develops
about time the next angle envelops
ninety degrees toward
something else to see
but thirty more
and that’s the end for me
my friendssss
i'm MALAMUSED and
i've been BONABUSED