Some had asked me how I manage to laugh
In times of pain and drudgery,
Of heartaches and poverty,
Of death and despondency,
If I would ever take things seriously
What is it that I spit words recklessly?
This mouth of mine untethered -
You should see me dull and reserved,
You should see me disingenuously friendly,
You should see me blasé and haughty,
You should see me as a braggadocio,
You should see me giving fellatio
Then you would know ...
But I won't
Let you see me do all those shit,
Instead, I draw lines on my face,
See me sometimes put an act
So I can get...