I have no excuse for not getting my life together


I can't throw arm to my forehead and feign

vapors and unearthly distress


God is a process that grinds down life to make new life

no pity no mercy no grace no forgiveness no love


and as far as I'm concerned fuck it

I'll pull it together and I'll push it through


and God can screw me all He wants

God helps those who help themselves


well I'm helping myself and it's not much I want

now what insult to the Cosmos?


now what's the problem Dad? don't cut off my legs

then damn me for not dancing


I have no excuses and now...either do You






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