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