That’s how I feel.
Squashed to the core
Unable to spring into action.
I see you like a King on a throne of smug expression.
Will you deign to look my way ?
I said I was sorry for fucks sake.
But you pressed the crazy right out of me.
I think you like me this way.
A jester left to fester.
The court’s fool.
Oh well my dancing is coming to an end.
And so is your reign.
But I’ve been cleansed.
Have you ?