Hopeless Traction

Ted Lee

Here I sit, pissed again.

I've been enlisted to commit righteous sin.

I might just lightly thrust a pen in an attempt to start the end.

I bark all day when they mark my words that harken back to worthless turds.

I've heard that certain meats are cured way before they've been procured.

Some will say it's all absurd but never know being interred.

Referrals are the perfect pearls to curl up and die with girls.