shes defeated my writers block

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MY LIFE IS LIKE:

eating hot soup on a 100 degree days, where
when deciding to fool and or play
with the elements
I foolishly get ahead of myself
and climb into a cannon made from gold,
jewels and other materials defined as wealth
my target: a tree-less field
because i love to drown myself by the blaze
of a burning hot star
& where i regret
that bag of sodium filled chips
ive liberally devoured because im totally far from being a coward(of salt that is) making me toooooooooooooo dehydrated
and so now i have
a perfectly good reason
as to why i shouldnt even bother
just a waste of time, to try
SO, I SHOULDN'T RUN
AND SEARCH FOR A
DISPOSITION
after all the world is done with the acquisition, strats
people would rather tailgate and eat up brats
and when i finally gather the guts
to shoot myself someone with a higher IQ will take
advantage of my desperate demented state and ill end up shooting myself with a gun, a nerf gun.
One more shot will do.
I tell myself
on the daily
Unbeknownst rituals

I learned the other day that a person is born with the ability
and skill to be a fairly decent liar, but
that u can lie to everyone
all, except yourself.

if so ive been defining my lie-fe the wrong way
because thats what ive been doing to myself
a tad bit over 7-11 hours of the day
so what have i been doing
not quite sure how the radical critics would express it
but lemme just hurry up and un-dress or address it

IVE BEEN A CRUEL FOOL TOWARDS ME MYSELF AND I
DARE NOT WANT TO CRY SO REFLECTION IS JUST A SONG SUNG MY A GEENIE IN A BOTTLE
my milk has long curded
my childhood binky has molds
oragamied the same piece of paper that now
instead of a 100 paper cranes
ive created a 100 permanent wrinkles, far from folds.
I am the living definition of an idiot.
I still havent proven to myself that reality is essential
ive programmed and malfunctioned into not learning my lessons until things get proven in front of my very eyes and become extraordinarily consequential.

MY LIFE IS THE WORLD AS MY FOREST
AND EVERYONE I LOVE AND HAVEN'T LEARNED 2 LOVE YET
ARE THE TREES THAT CREATE THE VAST FOREST OF MY FORSAKEN LIFE
LIKE A NUCLEAR BOMB
SET TO DESTROY LIFE AS WE KNOW IT

I'VE BECOME THE LOWLY TREE
OVERLY WOOD PECKER-ED THE SHIT OUT OF
DEAD, BUT SOMEHOW STILL STANDING
BEGGING THE MATTERS OF PROBABILITY
TO TRY AND NOT BYPASS ME
ABLE AND WILLING TO BE
STRUCK BY LIGHTNING
A MATCH THAT WILL CATCH FIRE 2 THE NOT ANTI FLAMMABLE ENOUGH CURTAINS
AND SET THIS HOUSE ON FIRE.

lemme know how u like this cuz i feel like its not enough and if it is enough i feel like its 2 much ahah