White Walls
My poems are blighted by a recurring theme
And it isn’t seize the day, it isn’t carpe diem
I don’t get any deep sleep, I don’t do dreams
It’s only white walls in minimalist museums

I don’t like the stories that my brain brews
You’re lucky we don’t wear the same shoes
‘Cause I’m engulfed in misery and pain too
I don’t know what other picture to paint you

You’re short and sweet like a good haiku
I’m like KC, I want to completely drain you
If you don’t think this life will change you
Just watch the tragedy of Daniel Plainview

Indigo, blue, green, yellow or orange hair
These other women just don’t compare
You look unreal, don’t even try act unaware
I don’t want a slice, I want the lion’s share
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