Every creature is material, each
Lingers in order to keep up the score.
A recent mistake has left me leeched
And destroying my faith in the spiral
Of those said to be my opposites: Yes,
Females were not made to be recycled...
Though I wish I could transform to impress
strangers - I would be a street performer,
I could make good money with my talent!
Unfortunately paralyzing her,
She has become defiant but gallant.
Destructive cycles continued like a
Tornado leaving a path of decay
Karma? Curse? Whatever the reason may
Be, I'm struggling with the things that are the
Easy things: eating and breathing today
Are obstacles, I only wish I were free.
Dishonesty is to hustlers what
Cash money is for substance abusers
Both are roots of conflict: mouths are left shut.
WHAT IS LACKING ARE TRUE DREAM INDUCERS
Consequences irrelevant, there's more thrills
When you just distract from the dollar bills
I keep hearing
& I keep reading
That the recession's over.
Though it's a pity
That an ideological recession
Still runs too deep in this city
& that's why I'm not sorry to say,
"So long, St. Paul"