B4.
Drive by
On the side of the road I—
Find a way to salvage my good wits
And take all my broken bits
No morphine hits
Or woeful fits
I am calm, and collected
Prepared for once to make you feel rejected
I have elected myself
To be chief of myself
You are beneath myself
Bequeathing myself
To a higher power
From my tall tower
I am ready for awesomeness
And you ready to face the wrath of my damn stubbornness
So you drive by
And I—
Just get in.
A4.
You lie inside,
Perched upon your altar
He and they are churning
Your petering tugboat.
And your fibers grow around me and us,
Until inside us,
You lie.
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