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Problems All Around Me - Here's My Reply
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Older It’s gripping me with unforgiving claustrophobia
This giant hand is black and ugly with crevices
When things seem to shine, I listen to others
“Why does this have to happen to me?”
“What should I do?”
“I don’t know what’s happening to me.”
“I need to get laid.”
Etcetera cannot begin to describe
I’m brought down with them
I’m reminded of things that have plagued me
Things that I’ve managed to overpower, but not destroy
Here is the solution!
Listen to me, Dill Pickle
The wine will taste sweeter
The awkward moments will be justified
Confusion of flesh can cause mental leprosy
You slowly deteriorate with the acid of your orange soda
The game of world conquest can teach you a lesson
Open up and let the ancient gases loose
You are not that frightening
Whether you will be surprised by the outcome or not, it should be good.
Listen to me, Horny Toad
I will be like an iron block with no sharp corners –
Find a new way and go
Sever the 10-hour chain attached to your ankle and mind
You are stifled from gaining local connections
I’m not a monster, I’m just concerned
Once freed-up, you could find an expert bricklayer
He can spread the mortar thick and messy
It would be great
He could erect buildings for you whenever you wanted.
Listen to me, Glitter Girl
Your entrapments are more complex
I’ve figured it out, though
Your prison is built by yourself
You’ve said “I’m not bothered by this teddy bear concern anymore”
Your conclusion is bitter, however
I know you will still hold it dear
When images blast forth with no regard
As they often do.
Provoking the ducts to fill like blisters
Don’t be afraid to bring out the needle. . .
Forget this trifle, it’s causing bad grades
It causes sadness within me
Feelings I try to suppress are like raw nerves
When you tell me your worries, you gouge my open wound with a poker
Red and sharp and twisting inside
Like a crude act of coitus, this old situation fucks my tender emotions
Their virginity is torn away like a sopping wet curtain from a wide-open window
Forget
I am ready for happiness
You deserve a taste, too. . . .
In my own windowless corner, this seems to me
To be the way things should be
Listen to me or not, but remember –
My thoughts and senses are linked to all of yours
When things are not right with you, I’m hit hard.
