Distraught in deprived thought
within a golden rave
I make it a point of being
pointless pointless
brainwash it all away
distressed and
I detest distressed and
I detest vain in a shade
of gray vain in a shade
of gray telegraphing all
of my punches couldn't
fight couldn't fight my
way out of a cardboard
box and in my own small
way I make an indifferent,
difference I realize,
I fantasize,
I apologize
I'm sorry crawling under
a rock I hold up a white flag
I hold up a white flag
I could of been,
I should of been I'm just a has been
I hold up a white flag responsibility, rationale, religion I hold my head down in disgust distressed and I detest distraught in deprived thought

by: Necator