Pitch Black
11/3/22
The whole bottle gone, not no six pack
At times trying to hit the jack
Eventually it all turns pitch black
Often it's a trap
Continually these b****es laugh
Yet I don't give a crap
Remember it's tit for tat
They always come to me for this and that
Once again I bridged the gap
I do I really get it, everybody is different
Just minding my own business
Keeping it all from a distance
In the end she wants some assistance
Especially when she is given much resistance
Damn, I'm not the one, you're barking up the wrong tree
Quit airing out all your laundry
I'm not Gandhi
For now I'll speak honestly
The source of our creation is beyond me
I'd like to know the answer to that and all these other quandaries
Too often they think they're slick
Yet again just a big prick
Out to nitpick
Yet the first one to dip out and take a picnic
Excuse me if I fidget
Regarding it all, I'm done with it
This is apocalyptic
As well as cryptic
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