I almost started yelling
quit telling
At least correct your spelling
I be ratting myself out
seems to be mostly what
this verse is about
In my brain I twist and shout
try very hard not to let
personal stuff take a poetic route

Sometimes my efforts fall
on deaf ears
My own ears won't listen
to my fears
This versing seems to have
become good psychology
so I offer no apology
Some things seem to hit
almost like astrology
I realize I'm just a man and can't
seem to outrun my own biology

Bottle up inside
I seem to be a genie in a bottle
on an ocean wave ride
Just waiting to break free
from the glass prison holding me
Then again a pandora box
seems to be looming
So on the good scenarios
I certainly keep grooming
to keep the negative fractions
from dooming
Of course I'm already doomed
however there's no use
letting the world get boomed
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
it will end when I get entombed

Maybe

opg