Pass, light, fail,
and falls gotta get the juice running,
Music, chores,
walks, and a bit of ego,
Delusions of
grandeur, hypothetical sit-downs with Oprah,
Formulaic
expressions of thought,
Constant repetition
and insane obstinacy,
Self-imposed
martyrdom,
Well-justified paranoia,
And,
Perennial distrust
of everything and everyone unfamiliar,
Air guitar solos and
lulling piano notes,
Times spent in
museums,
Creating imaginary
life documentaries and signing autographs,
Approving memoirs
and nodding to self-righteousness,
Shameless
complacency guised as philosophical living,
Recklessly taking
walks at midnight,
Erroneously believing
in untethered invincibility,
Writing songs and
odes,
Fighting pain and
keeping demons at bay,
Adopting arrogance
in place of confidence,
Being smug and
drawing tattoos,
Rebelling from
authority and flipping off the world,
Singing along to
Panic! At The Disco’s piano version of This
is Gospel,
Going sleepless
trying to figure out some insane rhyme scheme,
But,
Never finding it,
Yeah,
That’s kinda how we
roll.
@Job Kerry
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