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    In my office,
    Walls covered in crosses.
    Searching for purpose like I left it in my pocket--
    God, I stay positive!
    I turn around and get lost in the opposite--
    It's my consequence,
    I don't want to talk about it.
    I'm empty inside from my knowledge --
    A lot like when I last checked my wallet,
    At least I'm honest.
    I hope I don't vomit Ramen;
    I'm on my last packet of this awful product,
    Cooking this in a bucket of broken promises.
    I wonder if there is a prophet--
    Could be possible--
    Labels are common,
    So i wouldn't doubt it that its probably someone anonymous,
    Or someone with heart problems.
    I know with love I have to be cautious;
    I invite the gospel of the bible in
    And wind up in the hospital unconscious--
    I wake up catatonic and nauseous,
    Talking nonsense like I lived in a closet.
    I respond to comments like I'm demonic goddess.
    I'm an alcoholic and get diagnosed psychotic,
    No matter what its chronic.
    Every droplet from the bottle stirs up constant gossip--
    At least now I have the content for a bad comic:
    I just have to take Wallace and Gromit hostage;
    Speak Spanish so no one knows I'm an accomplice,
    The script can be accomplished.
    Last autumn I met Pocahontas,
    She promised me abundance;
    She gave me a compass and stomach full of fungus.
    I'm compulsive to any destructive substance,
    Too reluctant to reconstruct my judgements;
    I need a destruction button--
    I cant stop even when I hit rock bottom,
    Gasping for oxygen,
    I just come back out on top of a coffin.