Stan

Clots & plaques in a rotten society’s arterial path,

Do the tarnished memories of a good time revert back?

The rails go beyond the horizon; punching a hole like Mike Tyson,

Toughen up, little soldier, I got your back.

Tears so perpetual she does not need glycerine,

Can speak a thousand words but, alas, no dopamine.

Dancing higher than a Jerry McGuire on cocaine

Alcohol and marijuana is a no-brainer, everyone has grabbed popcorns and are awaiting to watch her go insane.

Wait. Shit is going south,

While I pull the trigger on them mother fuckers with popcorn crumbs on their mouths

A nice segue to remind,

Can take a bullet for her on my chest, but I digress,

I do confess to the IRS about the taxes,

But I do not talk about axes and exes.

Is it an existential crises?

Like that one time I needed a hug and liked it?

Or the thousand other times I just behaved like a cornball

or a goofy comic to get applause from assholes

The only time I was aligned to my values was when I was speaking my mind with my eyes on two eyes;

Now, the sun shines and you are still divine,

Making you laugh was an honour, my fruitcake and red wine.

So, to summarise I paid the price, and like my organs I do rise,

But i apologise for the tear in your eyes,

I lose the thought, like these rhymes,

There are a thousand other things I wanna tell and say,

Like how all those fakers around you eat corn the long way.

So, hit me up,

just to check,

truly yours,

his own biggest fan,

this is stan.

-h