Friday, February 17, 2012

Take Me as I Am

“Take me as I am I pray, for there sure as hell ain’t no other way

This is my offering:
A broken heart, two misplaced rings,
A bleeding child, a tattooed back,
Four self-rolled blunts, a twenty stack;
A dented bumper, maybe two,
Forgotten friends except a few,
My passport has a million stamps,
Each one a couple hussy tramps,
My stomach aches with endless guilt
For all the virgin blood I’ve spilt;
And now I’m empty, naught to bring
This is my offering.

This is my offering:
A broken heart, one purity ring,
A busy schedule, no more time;
I’ve lost my passion for the rhyme,
Unread books, unspoken words,
Scared to satisfy an urge,
Bottles keep on stacking up,
Don’t bother bringing me a cup;
I can’t go on, I’ve met my match,
The quota calls, while I detach
And now I’m empty, naught to bring
This is my offering.

This is my offering:
A broken heart, a cellphone ring
Away from cops right at my door,
A toaster falling from my floor,
Grannie’s garden smashed below,
All I hear is one echo,
Rat-tat-tat machine guns roll
Johnny’s life, that Viet stole
Bleeding out, I’m all alone
Jerking off to Rolling Stones
And now I’m empty, naught to bring
This is my offering.


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