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I have no right to be pissed Look at me, I breathe! Despite the bruises I wear And crimson eyes gnawing at my bones Yippeee! At what point does making fun of oneself go too far? At what point do I realize That if problems signify life, Being alive means wanting to die? But not for me Hell, I don't even care Or else I wouldn't use that word Or be ungrateful But I'd thank God And appreciate my labour For that lousy prescription Oh, did you know they took 40% in taxes this time? Bloody hell! My dad says that a lot I'm taking a lot from him now.. Was cos of him I stopped believing in luck He'd say, "Honey it's a scam, All these letters.. They send 'em to everyone to sell stuff." Well you know what? Gave me something to look forward to. How bad does that sound? Send me a letter saying I won, but only if I pay And I'll feel special for you 6 billion for winning a medallion A little more for a life.. hmm.. So what does the prescription say this week? "Deposit me in the bank Keep me content Scream you're rich And die hungry Of love, but not of life You have enough problems remember?" Damn! I was never good at sleeping on it I think too bloody much And how can I sleep? At the end of the day What have I accomplished Except me? And what's the good of that?I don't know if this is any good or if it functions to accomplish anything but I needed to get it out of my system! Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 10 2002 02:39 PM PST   0 • 1