Faux fittingly I am forging ahead
Never better than
The last half-hearted heroic attempt
To stop the spread
The stench of sentience or any semblance
Every sentence as penance
I treat each symbol like a symptom
Of an overbearing trust
Buzzed because I always listen
And I care far too much
In the fight between substance and superficiality
I will ignore the referee
I will invite my enemies
To take shots at me
To lend credibility
To my oh-so-wounded delivery
I made a mess out of my memory
But found a future of my own
With each obscene release, I rinse, repeat
And ramble till I'm home
Cause I'm as deftly deaf as ever
And stuck in skin I've seen grow old
So if today's the day, f** bold and brave
The fight's left from my throat
I hit a wall
I had to crawl back
And rea**ess each penny spent
In spite of former confidence
But when I taught myself to walk again
I respectfully declined the chance
And planted myself stubbornly instead
And I stared at the ground
And I found myself imagining
That it meant something profound
So I made meaning out of everything I found
And silently
I will inspire amnesty
I will accept morality
And then engender empathy and consistency
To lend clarity
To my oh-so-important biology