Short Rant

The stress, that Looms within the Chest,

Soothed when in Rest and when Boozed is Shooed with Neglect,

Bottle Consumed to the Neck, I try to Peruse but Instead,

My knees break and I'm Moved to the Bed,

These days make me think of what I gotta Do and Regrets,

Past lives seem so distant but I stay True to the Bread,

Loosened some Screws in my Head,

So I'm no longer Useless Eustace in this Respect,

I joke for Amusement but they still View Disrespect,

[Dear lord you've let me be misunderstood] left me Bruised and Drenched ,

Grouped With the Dead, For the Truth that I've Bled,

Scorched texts to hear your scream but no Muses in the End,

Should I Use a Different Fret? Make some more Music With This Pen?

How to get through to you in this Amalgam of Confusion and Dread,

Take my albums and some Valium for another Infusion Attempt,

[My contacts] let me see only the Roots within Men,

Gave up my Crew to Accrue This Zen, but I feel myself Glued to the Set,

Watching the News and Olds even though it's all Doomed to Reset,