Capitol

Things just ain't the same I’m anxious. I wanted to make you thankful, but that would be breezy, so here’s a handful I’ll hand you, make it easy. Go back to being the fun yum mum, for your young one. I'll wait however long, however wrong. I know it will haunt but nobody matters anymore .I've told you before with sickly sayings galore, I'll try to restore what I think you first saw. Your jaw hits the floor as much as I hope my head hits that bit, the bit between the lips.

Padding is the shit, a winner with the theatrical knitter who knits bits together. The respected? No. The accepted exception whose job is repetition, but only you give me the ambition, to allow my mission to come to fruition, speak and not just listen. A gnome alone, with just an iPod and a mobile phone. With you I come alive; at a distance you touch the inside. I can toy with the snide when you're at my side. I am empowered at this hour. I am enamoured by your glamour. I am tampered with and hammered. Clanging to the sound of ciders. Bashing, crashing, need catching, room trashing in this daily rehashing of what happens when smoking punctuates actions. The unholy distraction, movies make the worthless just surface, smoking breeds loafing, boxes your mind, even Pandora’s tired of opening, no hope and then, I place this pen in hand again, and try and vent those mental mind minions molding my emotion, in this harsh ocean of notions, waiting on closure.

I don't care what you believe; just keep it away from me, because my thoughts are still free. I am not having you thinking me into a new way to be, I am far from you and nearly me. Let it be. Just forget me, and how we came to be, it doesn't apply when wheels means you can't chill, rely on strangers, to see who tops that bill. Ill with perceived skill, and boring still. Yet nobody knew I could slew without the use of YouTube like a boobtubed teen, trying hard to get noticed by a useless abusive nuisance, who hates you, and is only concerned with what your body can do. I don't mind because I find I renew, you give me the fire to write what I do, it's minds like you who inspire already thin pretty women to swim in slimming pills to squeeze into Pink linen, and somehow it seems like just the beginning.