Unfulfilled

What not is for want or wishing of wishful wishes

Why does is piss me off there is no window to wash the dishes

Why when I wake up I’m ready to scream

Too un-fucked up to remember my only dream

Techno bull-shit like being impaled

By cyber zombies, microchipped and scaled

Weights and measure, that’s my sign

But there seems no justice walking the line

It’s a constant irony I struggle with day by day

Wanting and wishing for a better way

For me, for you, and for the whole fucking lot

Even for you, who time forgot

Your creative juice, my soul craves

By reading your stories on stone cold graves

I am stuck in a purgatory of my own decision

Defined and confused in my own selfish derision

Too much a romantic or the scariest bitch on the planet

I’m an over-intelligent little girl, who can’t have it

Still in transformation, still seeking gratification, still wishing for love

Just someone enjoying lying on the ground, looking at the stars above

Defined by pre-menopausal male exploitations

Made for reproductive sexual glorifications

It’s complicated staying true to your identity

When it could mean a felony

But been there and done that so I chase it away

And then suddenly a treasure of a man comes my way

His chest is full of bountiful rewards

And the nasty love he lures me towards

With his lyrical lingo I actually like to hear

And getting it on throttles another gear

Over the relationship drama and wanting more

Just being satisfied to be my man’s whore

Call me crazy and call me small time

It’s all gonna be gone at the drop of a dime

So what the fuck do I care

If you want to watch and stare

I only wanted happiness and wished to know

Life’s great mysteries and when it was time to go