Opening Doors

denying december

I start fires in bathrooms

When I'm at parties.

It get's me off.

I am in love with twelve different girls.

Every night a different one

Hears the same story.

I'm denying the truth constantly;

That I'm horribly unoriginal.

The only way I can convey

Something new, or worth to say

Is through the use of illicit drugs

That speed me up

Consequently exercising some unused nerves

And boost a thought provoking process

That triggers an intense mental experience

I have deemed worthy the title of,


It's unreal that

A horribly average person can enter a phone booth

And come out a superman

Mentally and physically enhanced

I strut my stuff to the world

And it looks back at me,


For once.

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