I'm like Bob, trying to turn to the next page.
Trying to clear off any demons with burning sage.
I wish people would come to me correct and dissipate my rage.
You all made me into a spectacle as if I'm the latest animal in a zoo locked in a cage.
Like a mouse in a coldasac trying to escape and unravel this maze.
I still use so my mind is somewhat fuzzy and in a haze.
I can't believe my balls got tazed.
Even charges were laid.
Plus I still never got paid.
Why I constantly get bantered and played.
Now I seem to not be of any importance so they wish for me to be decayed.
I no longer bring monetary value so I get sprayed with Raid.
I am sorry for the ones who have to travel back home.
You decided to play me in my own backyard when all I wanted was to be alone.
I will say you all helped my inner champion get into...