So sick of silence broken and plagiarized with play tokens somebody stole my only daydreams and took the credit for my miseries. I feel suffocated boiled up and blind and claustrophobic completely insufficient indignant and defiant i'm trying to remember all the names of the ones who hopped aboard the taken train. They took my constitution tore it up and made revisions changed the color of the ink tried to forge the way i think. So sick of tired nothings that have the gall to put a foot in never knowing they're unwanted never having a guilty conscience. I've been "rolling with the punches" i've taken all i can there's something sad about the symptoms of the ordinary man. I don't take relief or comfort in ignoring the rise to fame of the tedious and tiresome the pretentious, dull and plain.
