How it Goes

Stare at lines
With no spines
All lies
That I despise
Write quick
With a lick
The first thing
I will sing
Slit my wrists
Put up my fists
End it now
Or continue the plow
Will it be great
My hopeful fate
Or will I be average
No a savage
Destroying all barriers
Shooting down harriers
Until i Die
My oh my