I know how it feels

I know how it feels, baby,

I've been there, watched the madness
drunk the blues like wine from a green bottle with
a fancy label,

I've watched the blood drip drip drip from my
soul and had no care to stitch the wound or
stop the pain, just accepting the shit, bleeding
out like medieval doctors trying to release the
toxic demons of malevolence,

I've betrayed and lied and stole the meaning of
love and perverted it to whips and chains and sex
with a slap, I've taken money from my five-year-old to buy acid
and fry

and I killed the man my wife married,

I know how it feels, baby,

in the rain, going home from a grocery trip, I
paid a junkie ten bucks for a blowjob then cooked
dinner for my family and watched Dumbo with my
daughters,

yes, I know how it feels, baby, it feels like shit,

and it never changes.

J. Masuda (c) 2006
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I love the line "I killed the man my wife married."
Hey, you fucked up your married, but you got a good line in a poem. Briill-yunt, MF.
Reply #2 Top
I
paid a junkie ten bucks for a blowjob then cooked
dinner for my family and watched Dumbo with my
daughters,

yes, I know how it feels, baby, it feels like shit,

and it never changes.


Excellent.