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Started 2/8/15 5:55 P.M. – Job Interview - FINISHED
(So is it Mark? {Yes} Ok then Mark, why don’t you tell me a little something about yourself?)
Ok, well my name is Mark, and I'm a twenty-two year old Caucasian
I’m Boston Irish, so I don’t have a lot of patience, and I love partaking in sedation
Fourteen years old is when I started drinking and blazing, and couldn’t stop because I love the sensation
I hate being clean shaven, and one time I tried to fist fight a guy with a box cutter in New Haven
My sanity is lost like the flights that were Malaysian, I’m a Patriots fan so I fucking hate the Ravens
I live on borrowed time as my destiny was lost in translation, success is a figment of my imagination
Far from salvation, and I’ll save you time on the background check as I’m currently on probation
I don’t agree with them, but I buzz my hair like a Neo-Nazi
I stole a three year old’s only Finding Nemo copy
Because I needed something to watch when I mistakenly stole some placebo Oxy’s
Now I really feel like I do have to give this a mention
I’m bi-polar and suffer from extreme depression
I have losses from reality and blindly walk in a suspension
Can't tell real from fake, seldom trapped in parallel dimensions
Every relationship I was ever in ended in rejection
They just never saw us heading in the right direction
I loved the bottle more than them, with that just being a conscious confession
How am I supposed to love someone else when I didn’t even love the person I saw in the reflection?
(What is going on in your mind right now Mark?)
I crack my knuckles, pondering my life’s choices after an intense scuffle
I’ve been caught up in a vice hustle, as I try to find the next piece in my life’s puzzle
Haven’t slept in days, I have thick stubble, I’m drowning in this emotion filled tunnel
Haunted by my past troubles, they are starting to get really hard to juggle
I’m drinking suffrage through a funnel, laying in blood puddles, smoking a glass pipe filled with all my struggles
I was taught to never show my hand at play, while I go through life posterized in the gray
Burdened by all of my life’s mistakes, wishing I could just have them all erased
Five Xanax’s keep my emotions at bay, while cocaine has me ready to blow up like a grenade
Never more than arm’s length from a bottle of Tanqueray, just in case I have to drink the pain away
Doing anything for something that would help me escape, many can relate
So there’s no need to explain, even after you abstain, the pain still remains
Watching life pass by from the window pane, the room smells like alcohol and butane
Stained by the best efforts to maintain, held down by drug shackles as it has you constrained
Trying your best to never complain, but still viewed as one of societies disdains
Wondering if it really is humane, to punish someone who punishes themselves and lock them in chains
It doesn’t make any sense, that self-inflicted actions are a punishable offense
It’s so easy to have the handcuffs commenced, when you’re looking at it from the other side of the fence
Using tax payers’ expense, while using the war on drugs as a defense
Not knowing that once the self-medication is dispensed, it relieves all the tense, and it takes every last one of our fucking cents
Viewed as a society menace, drugs and booze fill every crevice
With the worldwide consensus, they erase our blemish
It’s fucking endless, we need the essence, to alter our presence
No time like the present, life is reckless, puking off the terrace
Time is precious, as I start to choke myself with my own necklace
I’m forever embedded in this sentence
(Ok, hmmm, this interview process, has gone, uhmmm, pretty, well? You will be a perfect candidate for hell!)
