Tap Water

i never got real growing up

angry early formative years

i adaptively mutated

guided, goaded by misfit peers

there’s a lot of things they never told me

lot of things i never learnt

so i put my fingers in a lot of fires

and continued to get burnt

i thought that i looked human

amongst people that couldn't see

i had no heroes i had no gods

and absolutely no idea of me

trying to float a champagne raft

on piss and tap water money

tasting the poisons finding the funny

the constant sting of forbidden honey

and so from one gutter to another

sometimes jumping sometimes flung

into a cesspit of hell and madness

i descended another rung

into the hell that i had made

all on my very own

unimaginable beginnings and ends

were among the things that i was shown

a different kind of reaper

was to harvest what i had sown