Terrestrial Life

And Mr. I. T i eat ass
Whoa buddy brush your teeth sometimes
Ah yeah moving on
That was a song by some lame ass singer rapper guy whatever
Look the system is aesthetically rigged
Terrestrial life is eating ass on a giant platform
And we yet to find out that nothing really matters
Not the pious jab at same sex couples
Or the envious rubbernecking at colored people
Black lives matter all lives matter
And a hoe seeks out a good guy
But remains in the cycle of assholes
And everyday you inhale and exhale cancerous gust of wind
And you in your dwindling illusions still think you are worth special
Like who messed you up like this princes and princesses
Look the same reason why i don’t smoke
Defines my anxiety for slippery slopes
I’m not gonna sit here and play high and mighty drunk with illusive talks
The reason why i didn’t stay in my physics class
Is the same reason i left early on my chemistry classes
I was not gonna let her sit in the poetry club alone
While i excel as a good student
My nigga i was in love
And heaven was my weakness
And hell was embracing
You know i could.
I could have sworn she wanted me dead you know
By the way she ghosted me and shit
But you know. it’s all good