I hate the beach in LA;
dirty ass water where the sunset fades.
The sunset’s falter throughout time.
The last time it was perfect.
You were still adored in my rhymes.

I will never love you.
You’re nothing, but a prop.
I’m waiting to say it’s the end.
I will never love you.
You’re an accessory on my side.
I cannot wait till you’ve gone.

Now, where the hell are we?
I’m back after working on my mental health,
the only acceptable excuse for
my lack of writing which like comedy
It’s all about the timing.
I was never good at that;
A late bloomer that lost his V at 19
92 is the year came to Earth
in a year of anger and a well deserved
Riot at your public station with a sonic
Youth is slowly fading from me but it doesn’t matter
in a world diseased, it’s becoming hard to please,
please let me get what I want
but I’m not the protagonist,
I’m a star stuff bystander.

I wish I knew what you were feeling.
I can see you at the altar daydreaming
of a future without me as your 
captive prey on your side.

I will never love you.
You’re nothing, but a prop.
I’m waiting to say it’s the end.
I will never love you.
You’re an accessory on my side.
I cannot wait till you’ve gone.

I’m a mediocre writer without a meteoric
rising up to face the music and get over the
battle inside me myself and
I hate to take up all your minutes of your
life will never be the same without a
kiss that I gave you and your fiance
while going down in Hawaii
give them back their home,
you fuckin’ colonizing romanticizing
demons should one day exit your mind
full of the ambrosia that I gave myself
to survive, to live and thrive on the precipice
of thirty with my only one, the only one I should be
flirty is the thing that got me in trouble in the first place. 

I love the beach in HumCo;
Clear wondrous water where the sunset fades.
The sunset’s falter throughout time.
The last time it was perfect
you were still adored in my rhymes.