Words from a Dishonest Poet

What you Need to Know Before Knowing Me

People say all the best work comes from the worst pain.

I wonder if Shakespeare saw a therapist for his hurting.

My headspace is filled with sleepy clouds and sticky rain

Except I have no wondrous work I'm working

I chaotically complicate myself

I got nothing to prove

My self esteem sits collecting dust on the shelf

And my self pity is taller than the roof

Flower pots sit empty on my porch

My goals are left unfulfilled

My stupidity is brighter than a torch

And my life is spent getting billed

I daydream of dead grass,

And my nightmares are melting the ice.

I have less common sense than a jackass

and never learned how to be nice

Honest words don't like to pass through my lips,

Not to mention I have cheap trust issues.

My questions for life are wider than my hips,

And my tears are too dry for any tissues.

I know many people

And there are a few that know me

However, these are the words you need to know

Before knowing me.