Not too many sober nights
Rhyming punchlining stomach lining putting up a fight Ia been up all night plotting on a paper hype Days turn in to goals goals turn in to hoes My bad habits labored hobbies I'm an awkward super hero Superpowers are getting women in to bed quick and devouring a whole fifth waking up the next morning able to exist My love and hatred coincide With feelings that barely exist Snapping in ten seconds is hard to resist I'm resilient when it comes to making problems fit I'm stuck in this chaotic turmoil of craziness Torn between worlds that don't exist I'm problematic, infatuated and frantic disassociated what everything on the planet Utterly opposite of everything romantic I take my sabbaticals without clothes In a pose reminiscent to nymphos Women are like a American symbol beautifully spread eagles I seek comfort in most evils See caution and normal people The world is much smaller than you think Like watching life pass in a peephole I hope no one yells for help Because what do I look like risking my neck saving someone else life I can't even save money like November save daylight Up up and away tax price! Maybe I could save my life if they had a coupon on groupon Until then the superhero dies on...
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The Immortal Wize says: Very well done I love the word play. |
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royale jones says: You know that's my first love |
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