Oh to be left in peace

Oh to be left in peace, instead of pieces

Let me lay this out like it’s a literary thesis

There is darkness in everything sweet, like stones in peaches

And I have enough of those in me to form sandy beaches

Not saying I’m a luminary no siree

And it’s not exactly pitch black dark inside of me

But everybody is twisted to some degree

Some just embrace it a lot more easily

I’ve been told at times that I seem cocksure

And sure I have a cock but to me there’s a lot more

I’ve got a supercomputer that fucking misfires

So all my conversations are subject to crossed wires

The two things I hate most are hypocrites and liars

But it shouldn’t break the Hippocratic Oath to hasten dying

I really don’t like poetry that doesn’t rhyme

But that last bit was cutting it fine and this bit doesn’t

If I ever go in a time machine I’ll come back to here

Well that doesn’t mean that I didn’t do it

Maybe there’s just a rule that you shouldn’t

And I didn’t want to get fucked up by the time police

I’m not in pieces my future just left me in peace