Sunday, April 3, 2011

Letters - A Poem to my Family

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You say I don’t care cause I left you at the train station.

The fact of the matter is, you don’t understand my situation.

While I.B.S., F.M.S., O.D.D. and ICD aren’t such big hits

I say I suffer from C.R.S. cause I can’t remember shit.

 

So you say that I have letters, you’re damn right I do

I’m a verifiable alphabet soup, and all thanks to you.

Hello Kettle, how are you, this is your son pot call’n

Here’s a shove to your pedestal and now you're fall’n

 

You hate that I’m not involved and I’m always tuned out.

But the fact of the matter is you’re not tuned in no doubt.

While P.T.S.D., E.L.P., B.E.D. and G.A.S. aren’t so cool, 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3

Am I down with O.C.D., hell yeah, don't you know me.

 

So you say that I have letters, you’re damn right I do

I’m a verifiable alphabet soup, and all thanks to you.

I am not making fun that would not be very strategic

That’d be like a quadriplege making fun of a paraplegic

 

You call me fat and lazy, a useless consumption in this life

But the fact of the matter is unfulfilled dreams bring me daily strife.

It’s not my P.D., S.A.D., or P.E. but it’s all on my T.D.S. and M.E.D.

Yeah it’s all about the little blue pills for everybody

 

So you say that I have letters, you’re damn right I do

I’m a verifiable alphabet soup and all thanks to you

Here’s a few final important letters, a big cup of S.T.F.U.

And two more in case you missed my message one last big F.U.