"hello again," you say to the folks at the E.D.D. you've been dire and disgusted and come in most everyday to keep yourself alive you have insults and forever curse the almighty fuckin talisman that lives in the dirty church
and you keep running
from yourself
from everyone
from each new day
you never felt true pleasure or felt ill from real pain but you complain so consistently as if you've been betrayed and nthing's ever met the guidelines that you set for each new day and there's always someone standing nonchalantly in your way
to all the optimistic players you heave a sigh those loyalists keep counting on everythingbeing worthwhile but you don't catch the light of day and you've been accused of carrying on this way see, you don't believe in preaching or praise you just want to barely make it through each time consuming day