Everything that I do for Pat must be refined
it seems unfair I have just one, when my cat has nine
laying on the mat was fine, because the tide washed over
cleansing me of falcities; leprachuans with squashed clovers
seem to rub shoulders with the people of my dreams
a seperate universe where the steeple is as it seems
unclean, and covered in a film reserved for Disney flicks
So I continue to be Pyramus to these Thisby chicks
taking his free Vicks to soothe my throats incessant ranting
the garden overgrows the yard, I'm a result of poor planting
Trying to give a hundred and 10% when all I possess is fifty
Forgot to get this place cleaned, but they say the mess is thrifty
are you still with me? Because this can really get confusing
you're just abusing, the brand of deodorant you're using
on our skin, to begin the day in the life we all must live in
and performed incorrectly, it will definitely fail to connect me
I hope you try to resurrect me before they try to disect me
and my essence, this presense represents exactly how you feel
yes, it may be only one life, but how much of it all is real?

bah, sloppy format.
sorry it's late.

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis