Scleroderma

They told me where it would be
But I looked
Unfounded
Stuck chasing my tail
And yours
Dumbfounded
They told me how I could be
A bit more
Well-rounded
But I had headphones on
When the starting gun
Sounded
Twenty twenty, jobs and houses
But I wish
My eyesight
And I wish I could sleep a bit
Sounder
At night
And I wish that I had
Wand to wave
Make it right
But maybe my style is
Wrong, so why
Fight?
Vindication, my princess
You’re my one lasting
Hope
Jesus please don’t wash
My brain out with
Soap
I need all this mess,
Permission
To mope
Evil thoughts are my comfort,
My prime way
To cope
The irony’s coming
I feel in my
Bones
Like a paranoid schizo
With overhead
Drones
I’m preparing my skin
For pride’s stinging
Stones
I’m preparing my heart
For a life
Lived alone.

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