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I have this disorder called empathy
At least recently that’s what it’s appeared to be
To me, and to others, a caustic disease
A personality sickness that has me on my knees
All the shame without the buzz
Less attractive than a jar of navel fuzz
Bitterness melts away because
I’m bumping to slug, god loves ugly
Well if there is one, he must not know me
The stinginess comes through in my lyricality
That’s not even a word, evidence of my apathetic mentality
And no, I haven’t been to battles, see
I’m what the dogs bark at, call me a pussy
I’d rather sit here and spit than start shit with nitwits
But maybe that’s because there are no nitwits to start with
Not necessarily that I’m alone, but the population of supporters has been hard-hit
Spent more time gazing at tits than making dreams come to fruition
If the streets are covered in sperm, call this the road to omission
Is that a biblical vision?
No, it’s just fiction
Surrounded by juice, call me the peach pit
But wait shit, I’m just a chubby white kid
In fact, I need to adjust my damaged eyelids
Or at least where my gaze sits
Because my dreams and the reality honestly don’t fit
And that’s the hardship I have to deal with
Not starving in the projects or in the barrio selling bean-dip
The gravity strikes the back of your throat just like cool-whip
Consider that the last of my food quips
At least in this post, too many consonants
If the world is Isengard, I’m an invading Ent
Or Treant, miscreant, feel free to express
Digress, whatever makes you feel less hopeless
Some spend checks on over-priced clothes to dress
Up their fears, at the bottom of the beer
Swallow the dregs just to make sure you don’t see clearly
With clarity comes reality, and with the truth comes brevity
With abruptness comes readiness to blow your brains into the carpet
This life, I tried to harm it, more hollow in the chest than Kermit
I’m just a puppet, I’ve had enough bliss
I’d offer you my ass, but there’s already a hand implanted