Gotta

got a pocket full of pump

got a mind set to kinky

throwing myself down the stairs

look at me, i'm a slinky

got a paper bag full of stubborn spite

got past its "use by date" luck

not prepared to give too much

not even a solitary fuck

got a breath full of semi corrected inept

the only possible way is up

a storm behind my eyebrows

tempest of contempt in a Styrofoam cup

got a pill to relax

got another to get me tight

maybe a few a more just to be sure

just to be sure the wrong is right

got semi naked ambition

and a restless fully clothed heart

feelin it in my gut man

the beginning is just the start

got gods to swindle

got plans to hatch

intent on the hitch

and avoiding the catch

got time to kill

and shit to talk

room to stall

but none to balk

got things to do

and places to go

and so many things

i don't need to know

got plenty of nothin

some of it real

got room to move

but none to feel

got a tune to groove

a moment of bliss

just enough to drown

out real world hiss

got a whole lotta nothing

and i got it going on

got a real quick look

and in that moment it was gone

i was certain a certain something

wouldn’t take very long

an illusion resumed

a conclusion assumed forgone