Protect Me

Shit I deserve better, I know you do too. The tremors in my hands make it hard to give the scoop. still what I do. Again and again. These bushes give you fruit, But the rottenest hands demand the best. Leaving you with mold in your neck. Wreck. Next, I’m pissed. At least I’m not vicious. Morally weak, I deserve the dirty dishes I get. I at least deserve a check. I at least deserve a chance. Guess I gotta make my own to be the best. Reality check. I’m demanding more, I ain’t giving you less. I give you the truth. I crave a genuine breath. Authentic. I crave a day where if you said it, you meant it. Where we own our onus as it’s presented. Where you love the ears that hear the venting. I guess that’s too complex and indirect. If we love something, we don’t settle for the cousin. The service bell rings, I gotta press the button. The drinks done went around, I think we missed something. Did we miss something? Did I miss something? The service bell rings, I gotta press the button. The drinks done went around, I think we missed something. Did we miss something? Am I stuck in nothing? Call an audible cuz I hate punting. I would run the ball, but I think im passed that. I get tackled, I hear the laugh track. If you’ve broken your neck, it’s louder at that. Ain’t no way to go forward if you hope to take it back. All the bad decisions, All the messy comments, All the faulty wisdom, Taken for ignorance often. Or inconsiderate, I’ll consider in these moments I drift. spectrums of agony, I wish I saw bliss. It might go nice with my divergence. I’d kill for a moments of peace, But ill settle for this. I guess we don’t get what we deserve, Go ahead and cast your wish. Make a list. Comprised of people. Objectified me. Objectify this dick. It’s a visual that you couldn’t miss even with your discontent. With our discontent, I sense a disconnect.