Belligerent Nursery Rhymes
[Verse 1]
Day dreaming and day drinking like I even need a reason
On this summer evening we stay blimping while our vices keep scheming
Escapism
Infiltrate sobriety, outpour personal demons and strengthen anxiety
I find it ironic to think a depressant as a ploy to fill a void
It's been almost a year since I smoked chronic and I miss it but that's different, I'm distant
Reminiscing while I'm belligerent
I gotta be cause I never feel reckless
Fuck playing it safe just wanna live in this moment
Yet I'm introspective
The deeper the bottle the greater the quantity what's problematic
Like father like son like alcoholic
But I refuse to follow in those genetics
Even though I'm a spitting image of imperfection, I got a 1000 words to embellish
My endless scrimmage is hellish
Although  I still cherish that complexion
It makes me nauseous, blaaah

[Verse 2]
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chug booze
The correct answer is ambiguous but if it was me I'd be like I got nothing left to lose
I swear I'm not a bad influence
I just aim to pay homage to my forgotten liquor store blues
Fuck boy frank didn't have a clue
Work you like dog, ask you to spit shine his shoes
Then expect you kiss the bottom of his boots
There ain't no under the table workers abuse lawsuit to dispute
Middle finger salute
Before it drove me to insane institute
Contemplate my daily commute like there's gotta be a substitute
Or else I just might shoot up the place
Spicerack would ask for a smile, when he could see the devil in my face
How vile splitsvile in style is more than a lyric it's a lifestyle
[Sample: Craig Ferguson]
"And I'm not an expert on alcoholism or anything else, but I am an expert on my own story, I was there when it happened"

[Verse 3]
Buried alive, build my coffin outta cardboard boxes
Dust infected archive, the headstone read "Here lies the heavy hearted"
They say the good die young
But am I if I believe in corporate defacement
It's repugnant
When you occupy my peripheral vision, can't fucking stand it
Saw your bitch boy ass griming, shit talking my work ethic
How predictable pathetic peasant
Never question why employees are apathetic
I'd be rather vagrant than vacant in your presence
Suffer this havoc, take my ot for a personal bonus
Ain't that the definition of ironic
Never piss off a poet, your life is worthless, bogus
This diss verse the stimulus
All focus on infamous artificial abysmal bigot
I don't fidget with the spirit of ignant
Not even a snippet, I just pivot
Enough about the world's biggest figgit
Cause after this you're irrelevant

[Verse 4]
Hung up and hungover on wasted love from a prior lover
The more I drink the more I think about repressed memories of her they reemerge then submerge the author, when will thought process be over?
Comatose or liver failure? I can't decide which one is better
Instinctively common sense and happiness flush out
Guilt, misfortune and poison flood in
I'm sick I find solace in all this anguish, I'll vanish a washed up has-been
I'm reminiscent even though I know it won't make a difference
Not completely convinced that shit happens for a reason or a coincidence
A dreadful past to dwell, pry out this internal hell
My heart begs "Get well soon"
While my mind say "Impel onwards"
Before you face impending doom
I assume the only way I'll find nirvana is if I black out and wake up with amnesia