i’ve been a piece of shit,

i won’t plead the 5th,

i’m bleeding out through

my fucking wrists

i’m breathing through

all the leaking holes in my throat

guys rely on my phone

one call, dominoes

two calls to get hoes

three calls to get home

four calls, calls for all out war

on all four, with a four bore,

to your forehead on your front porch

bringing blunt force with a little tickle,

made you cry so your girl can giggle

and gobble swallow on my simple pickle

— the principle you’re a fickle ripple

on the surface, — i’m cursed with

my brain is kibble, it’s all food for thought

this pencil, that i will whittle, to a point

never smoking on joint,

got this ache in my joints,

sitting back is no ointment

dripping soy sauce on a koi fish

i feel accomplished, where my accomplice

T got too busy with life, it’s annoying

soon — sitting and foiling,

memory recalling, then i’m recoiling

scared that i’m out of a story

soon no tales to tell

except that time i know too well

got a girl but i’m chasing smells

and tailing spells that i’m bewitched with

got this chick down in Aberystwyth

she like baby baby,

come and lick this clit with

anything you got, ticket cost a lot

man i lost the plot, tell my girl she blocked

but she really not,

— just benched on a rosta,

mind is place that i foster

actions of monster, cheater, imposter,

bastard, dishonour, money and commas

hate and it’s karma

kendrick lamar songs belt in my airpods

never been scared of, who i am,

more of what became, i saw my name

on the side of stage, and her rib cage,

when she moaned it faint, therefore i say -

i’ve been a piece of shit,

i won’t plead the 5th,

i’m bleeding out through

my fucking wrists

i’m breathing through

all the leaking holes in my throat

guys rely on my phone

one call, dominoes

two calls to get hoes

three calls to get home

four calls, calls for all out war

on all four, with a four bore,

to my forehead — it’s my fault

i’m so sorry that i broke hearts

i stole parts, but i made art

well so far from my sofa

music went hard, till it went stale

- i’m impaled to my guilt, bale

no bond, offered as option

barred — locked in a closet

high shelf boxes, boxing the office

job isn’t optimal, i’m optional

in the grand scheme of the plot and all

between rotten walls,

i’m a Rottweiler

in the dog eat dog kinda

circle of friends — i’m in and out again

i’m so impotent but important

well kinda sort of, don’t know my mortar

till my post mortem is still flaunted

on the top floors of the big faucets

with the cashflow,

soon to be feature you’d ask fo’

i’m still known by my ex folk

as the let go, cos i let them down

and my parents living in a separate house

so my only brother doesn’t see the spouse

of our father, he’s a different garter

he’s a hit you smarter i’m a hit you harder

he’s got far sight but a tight mind

i’ve got large arms and strong spine

if we combined it’s a dark night

for the dark knight, but we’re arm barred

to the confines of reality

— i’m losing my salary

pounds need to roll on right back to me

not university, need an academy award

in my dresser drawers

by the trophy for, all of my flaws

all of my flows, all of my goals,

all of my falls, all of my crawls,

all of my runs, all of my brawls

all of my hurt, all of the sores

all of my poems, all of my parts

all of my soul, all of my heart

all of the art, all of the dark