What can I say
That hasn't already
Been said
The words of many
Men come from
Mine
As If a woman
couldn't think
Of them

Understanding
My surroundings
In an orderly
Way makes me
OCD Ok
But then and
There I have
Stability
To this shitty
World

All you do is
Nothing but
Fight about
What is more
Important
When it doesn't
Matter at all
If it corrects something
In this fucked
Up hole
We love to
Trash

What's left to know
When everything
That is important
Really doesn't
Matter in the end
That no matter
Where choices take you
Along your journey
To a final resting
Place
You will meet
There
An end