
It’s hard to say you’re living
when you’re always seen giving
others the time to shine
all of the time, so just tell me:
when will the time be mine?
When will I get to stop & say “Why, yes. My life is fine.”?
Just give me a sign
co-signed by a tan gent
& don’t ever act like you never
knew exactly what I meant.
Mathematically sent,
it’s my way to vent,
so pretty please, go on: take the hint.
I’m pretty bent,
but never broken,
a quality you can’t invent
and you’ll never have.
Well, I guess you kinda can:
get bent.