oh shut up existentialism.

Mornin comin faster than a doomsday flirt
Hikin up the pleats in her fog hemmed skirt
I'm thinkin bout ways to save my salvation
Starvin for the washin of my internal nation
Tried to say a prayer but I couldn't find my voice
Tried to leave myself but I couldn't make the choice
Left the verbs & proper nouns in stiff purgatory
Shed the germs & towns got Miffed and dissed glory.
Grew up gory, beliving contradictory stories
Woke up into cravings, bureaucratic slavings
And building sad savings-
I'm losing my sketches in the pencil shavings.