Waving the hand with the key, right hole´s invisible to me.
Straightened back at the desk ,
Pencil sharpened for the task.
Will write about my past, at least one scuffle that made me feel daft and an outcast ass
Because of being nasty with the claws on the haft.
Electrocuted feelings between the eyes
Ready for the unpleasant surprise
Of my mind playing tricks
To anyone and me. It´s sick.
Mental glue sticks. Emotional glue sticks. Emomental glue sucks.