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Kids Aren't Leverage
February 7, 2012
by Jason Gastrich
Getting to the next level
is the hardest thing to do
After you do something once, it really isn’t new
I’m blinking and thinking, jumpin and thumpin,
And you must know, I really wish I was with you.
Key knows a whole notha
level is very difficult to attain
Especially with dry eyes, standing out in the pouring rain
I shouldn’t have to
wrestle with the set point right now
I should be on my way, successful by my sweaty brow
Instead I’m suffering every day, still asking why and how
Without is my middle name,
but I changed fate yesterday
So I suggest you follow me down this path I call the way
It’s going to be great,
please just relax and don’t have a cow
We love greatness, when our mouth drops and we go, wow!
I’ve been working hard, with both hands to the rickety plow
I’m making a list and
writing on tiny pieces of paper today
It’s going to explain why I’m alive, in my own special way
What will it include and omit? Seriously, what’ll I say?
What happens in August when I have to finish and play?
I’ve decided to write my
litany of ailments on the wall
Like I get anxious when I shouldn’t be nervous at all
I’m depressed all the time and feel like I’m gonna fall
I’m waiting by the phone and I’m hoping you’ll call
My old, little world has
been pushing down on me
It has been the toughest thing ever, can’t you see?
I still realize how the best things in life are free,
But I wish they didn’t steal my PlayStation and Wii.
My muscles are definitely
jumping out of my skin
My vision is blurry and I’m ascending once again
Pathology and encephalopathy are only two words to me
Are you saying they can’t be fixed with red or green tea?
Everything is mental and I
know I can reverse this
I’m reprogramming my poor brain one more time
I’m transcending this horrible, pitiful circumstance
And I’m doing it with determination and a rhyme
The body gives you cues on
how to fix what’s broke
Listen, watch, feel, think, thrive, it’s really not a joke
Fix what’s wrong as swiftly and quickly as you can
Leave it for later and you’ll be a very different man
I could write 1,000 poems
on the way we buffet ourselves
Why do we put mental roadblocks between us and success?
Why do we do so little and prefer trusting fairies and elves?
We can do it and we need confidence to be our very best
Has someone put you in a
depressed mood?
Have they hurt you with their words or attitude?
Transcend it and exaggerate it in your mind,
So you can come back to the middle and feel fine
When people purposely
attempt to hurt me
I can insulate myself and feel unaffected
I’m more hurt because of their bad intent
I’m sad and feel like hiding in the basement
Twinges and tingles
embrace my days
Pondering all of her mysterious ways
I’m ok sitting here where my cat lays
Making friends with rock stars and gays
I know this world is
fading away quickly before me
I know it’s only a matter of time before I can’t see
Maybe I’ll solve it all with my back against a tree
Pushing against decline is a pretty shitty hobby
Pains in my abdomen could
be imagined
Or they could be from that damned box
Plus, possibly prostatitis or some shit like that
Along with low liver function say my sweet docs
Dear Eugene Wivart and Steve Skinner, seriously,
Why did you guys have to act like such cocks?
Chest pains probably round
out the litany
Those are the primary things plaguing me
Is it partly my fault? I won’t let myself be.
Is it all his fault? He said his love was free.
I’m not giving up,
everybody, I just wanted you to know
I will probably live for awhile, with nowhere else to go
I don’t have a gun in my home and I’m not suicidal, so
If I’m dead by an apparently, self-inflicted gunshot wound
I didn’t do it
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