A little bitter
A lot sarcastic
Witty in my own mind
Reserved out loud
Talking with text because I’m mute in the flesh
Maimed, tamed, shamed and unattained
I’m a comatose plagiarist with a blank agenda
Randomly compulsive
With a twitch and a stutter in mind
Scrapin’ with my conscience
My breath is being pirated
Dreaded canines nipping at my crotch
So I’m dragging the corpses from my hope chest
Scapegoat to a war that was already raging
I'm technically difficult
Blink