Pardon Me

A decade ago,

I never thought I would be,

at twenty three,

on the verge of spontaneous combustion.

Woe-is-me.

But I guess that it comes with the territory;

an ominous landscape of never ending calamity.

I need you to hear,

I need you to see

that I have had all I can take and

exploding seems like a definite possibility to me.

So pardon me while I burst into flames.

I've had enough of the world

and it's people's mindless games.

So pardon me while I burn

and rise above the flame.

Pardon me, pardon me....

I'll never be the same.

Not two days ago,

I was having a look in a book

and I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees.

I said, "I can relate,"

cause' lately I've been thinking of combustication

as a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet earth.

Like gravity, hypocrisy,

and the perils of being in 3-D...

and thinking so much differently.

So pardon me while I burst into flames.

I've had enough of the world

and it's people's mindless games.

So pardon me

while I burn

and rise above the flame.

Pardon me, pardon me....

I'll never be the same .............................