Intrusive Thoughts - Poetry - Rap

Robert Quick

Where the -@!# did my muse go?

Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.

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You sit and you smoke while I sit and I choke

and if I had a rope with a noose you'd never know

slide it around my neck and jump and let go

Jokes on you because when I die, I'm going out broke

Broken hearted, broken headed I thought I could get it

But it all slipped away and now I can't forget it

Lost, I'm a loser what did I do here? Don't like me now? I'm only getting ruder

red premonition when I start the ignition success is like an impossible mission

Am I in last place of the human race or did I fall asleep in the kitchen?

A single jerk and I'll head into oncoming traffic on the way to work

and at the funeral you can all ask each other 'What did we learn?'

I'll burn, burn, burn in hell for my sins, dying to get it out when I died to get in

monstrous outsides monstrous insides I've been waiting for you and this time there's nowhere to hide

You think you're so clever but I'll bet you're surprised

when you find out that you're just a figment of my mind.


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