Waiting for someone to tolerate me.
Hanging around because I can't leave this cat behind.
In nine lives if I haven't found something to hold on to,
why worry? Nobody I care for will be around.
The only emotion that I can convey when I contemplate my life,
is an uncompramising, flush of uncertainty.
Which is caused by a combination of lack of self respect,
and an overwhelming lack of company.
Surround myself with living things that don't know how to move.
I am like cigarettes and steak and booze, obesity and stress,
everyone with a bad heart will blame me for their mess.