so what's the deal with me?

basis is fatigue no rest
for the weary, conflict
provides no time for introspection.
i'd comment on that but i'm late
for my joint rolling commitments

sure i got challenges,i got major
issues that scramble the way i process
information. i wanted to live my life
like poetry. now it's time to assess
what the hell i got out of that.
the pragmatic left me cold, at least
poetry has kept me from rigor mortis.
in the poem, anything is possible, especially
the improbability factor making a run
for the money. i said money and i meant
it. tonite alina and i were talking
about new zealand and she's all like i can
brush up on my arabic, learn a few languages
and work for an international law firm
they need people to go overseas.
yes, indeed. and i need passport and ticket
to ride. i need to sing for my supper
agin, i need to remember sweet
and how was almost never curious about
well, anything in my life. what's that you say?
oh, well i didn't mean "laterzzzz" i meant
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