Call and Complain

the day is just mine. 

Calm down and stay cool,

I really want it all. 

How the hands of fate,

give me this?

I can’t complain but cope. 

I really want it all. 

But my stomach is empting. 

Debachury. 

Take a spin to,

christen me. 

I can’t complain of the,

sizzling. 

I hear down from my spine. 

Mutiny. 

You took my ship and

buried me. 

The crushing of my,

misery,

helps me feel just fine. 

I can’t call and complain,

of the stories I’m in. 

Sweat down my neck. 

Try to run it off. 

How did things,

turn out like this?

I only want it all. 

I’m stuck on a metal leash,

to hear the preachers preach. 

To hear the devil consume,

Only half the world