Anxious and prolific
I wish I felt terrific
My thoughts are churning
Inner core is burning
Lightheaded and feeling squirrelly
Can you sense my furry
The heavy breathing
Legs shaking
I sometimes wonder
If I’m faking
I always want
What I can never have
Deep inside I’m so fuckin sad
Sittin around just getting fat
I have no self control and that’s a fact
So much to live for
Yet so little time
Keeps me safe from doing the crime
However
Is it worth the weight (wait)
Of never being able to face my fate
I guess I shouldn’t pontificate
By Phillip Michael 06/2011
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