Drunken Poet (feat. Possum)

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Where I've been? Travelling oceans in a dingy
Listening for you but I leave the phone ringing
The end of world is where you can reach me
I pray my biggest fear of going over the falls never leaves me
I'm thin, skin, bone and ill fitting prosthetics
A pathetic attempt at matching heart with aesthetics
I revel the chance at pretending I'm prophetic
But really, the bullshit from my neck is just tragically genetic
I follow in steps from a stoner diabetic poet
Asked when he felt like one? He said he's always known it
From the first tooth loosed by another drunken dullard
Stumbled upon something, greedily said it was discovered
A truth quite simple; couldn't believe its shade and colour
Blood pooling at his feet, his reflection and his wonder
Dripped from his shit eating grin as he muttered
This blood isn't mine; it's yours, my brother
What am I?
What am I?
What am I?
Maybe I'm beautiful and fine
But in this city, more fun than pretty
Another sip and then we'll see
What am I?
What am I?
What am I?
Maybe intelligent or wise
But in this city, your dumb and silly
Another sip and then we'll see
What am I?
What am I?
What am I?
Maybe a prophet so devine
But in this city, just on the tinnies
What a pity you are, What a pity
What a pity
What a pity
What a pity
He held his head, trying to maintain his focus
Repetitive thematics in this carbon poets opus
Single cell organisms flowing below skin surface
Know more than the flesh taken by necrosis
And ill fitting preservative solution fills the jar
Eyes watch out with the hope of a dying star
Final words trapped by lips that can't rip apart
Still kicking himself, he gave decay a flying start
Cautiously, he rests himself down in the dust
No weight on the shoulders of a now headless bust
An icon to the only things he could trust
To write and to drink, all that he was, things that he must
So he dips a pen in the inky mixing liquid
Finally feeling his heartbeat unrestricted
But before he wrote those words he desperately needs
He collapsed, his body unable to breath

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