I'm a shit,
I can't deny.
Lie, maybe
but it's in
my defense because
I don't know what to
do when they get
pissed at me and
insist that I show
the motherfuckers respect
that they don't deserve,
all those other asswipes
that are on
their knees
for validation.
My imagination's colourful
and racist,
not that I choose my views
independently.
I thought a thought
because you made me,
and the action was all me.
I can't believe
I used to want to
kill myself
over this shit.
