Opening Doors

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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,
"Joshification."
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,
Noticing
For once.

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