Late

Welcome to the bloodclot, a space or place for abnormal thoughts.

Her high heels clank echoing on the wood flooring to my carpal tunnel,

I fumble

I stumble

I'm humbled by the fact of gravity

Which almost opened up the whole world and swallows me

into an abysmal

dismal hole of my own lost self-control

as the devil laughs at all the joy that she stole away

On that very day when she took all my love and hopes away

Now I dry rot,

in a crop circle

alienated from society,

but the aliens just flew past

because they don't even want my a*s

no anal probes

or

statues of my face etched in stones

Oh no

Just broken down rotten, dirty stinking bones

I'm a cadaver

That doesn't even matter

in the back of this science classroom.

I groom myself for death.

With every escaping breath

Dare I say less?

as if I ever.

You may not get it

but to be honest with you this whole damn thing is f*****g clever

Oh, Whatever!

I can be an a*****e in any weather.

Be it in the rain

Be it on a plane

Be it on a bus,car, or even train

whether it be in the snow

Or on the commode

I can be an a*****e from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes

Jesus knows,

Bo knows,

like trees to Sonny Bono.

Oh no!

Look out for that tree!

Oh, bother-some is me!

I'm just a canker sore to society.

You have money, buy me.

You got a problem, fight me.

But know this, no matter what happens,

there will never be another one just like me.

I am a moment

A small spec limited in endless time.

I'm an annoying bug

I'm an enigma.

I'm an animal-gone wrong.

I'm as annoying as that never-ending lamb chop song.

I am going wrong down a one way and kid I do this type of s**t all day.

You can kiss my a*s, but I still ain't gay. 

You can get the last word , but I still got more to say.

It doesn't matter how clever you are 

because

I'm too stupid to know no better.

Bo knows

Jesus we all know

Tree!

Oh, my poor Sonny Bono

You're too late to see

See me now

in these frozen seconds

don't hesitate or wait 

because you may find there is no next time 

if you stop and look you may find this gem of mine 

... to be great 

or 

... years could of passed and as I will be just ash

and you will be

...late.

by the unknown sith

Reviews

[Moraša Kouřil]

Damn I think this would make a great song.