grumbling, groggy, and giggling with the gaggle
i've somehow slipped off that swollen saddle
i can't believe i just let you go
everyone screams that it's more room to grow
flopping forth with a fifth, don't fumble my name
sloppier than the sith, i will rise to fame
true power collides in an endless cacophony
but you'll get nowhere following redirected misogyny
i know that i'm queer! i've embraced that sly beauty
but my efforts get dredged in self-sabotaging mutiny
i'm barking for freedom, tired of this chain
tied up in this small yard, what more can i gain?
you say to keep saving, just keep my head down
so why is my brain always pulsing with sound?
i'm constricted, confined, trapped in the past
days passing too quick cuz they're too dull to last
i'm fading, young goddess, when basic needs have been met
complacency leaves these dead eyes too wet
i'm choking and coughing, begging for a breath of fresh air
(i thought it might help to color my hair)
the need to create has become a compulsion
but living by their rules has created repulsion.
i need more space for my hierarchy of needs
i've picked up the pace and bought all my seeds
now i'm just waiting for some sign above
to stumble toward the future, to find my true love.
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