Spilled Ink

These lucid thoughts leading to a shaky pen leaking on crumpled paper

Maniacal with this pen

Know anything you need

You can get it from them 

But you got to pretend

You never got it from him

No answers from my God

Cause I’ve been living sin 

It’s been exploiting my common sense

For nights I can’t remember

Due to loose change that’s lost or spent

Too many shots to the chin

When I should’ve been clicking pens 

Repenting pent up energy

I want to be a man

But I’m responsible for fuckery

Hopefully she tests her luck with me

Erasing all my memories

Put my future into jeopardy 

No time for the pleasantries

Happiness is sold separately 

Incidentally the pedigree

It’s really just necessity

Sequence to longevity

Proprietor of legacy 

Sequential loss of identity

Potentially concluding independency 

Discrepancies in the finer print   

Author's Note

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