A Song From Under The Floorboards

I am angry

I am ill and

I'm as ugly as sin my irritability keeps me alive and kicking

I know the meaning of life, it doesn't help me a bit

I know beauty and

I know a good thing when

I see it This is a song from under the floorboards this is a song from where the wall is cracked my force of habit,

I am an insect

I have to confess

I'm proud as hell of that fact

I know the highest and the best

I accord them all due respect but the brightest jewel inside of me glows with pleasure at my own stupidity

This is a song ....

I used to make phantoms

I could later chase images of all that could be desired then

I got tired of counting all of these blessings and then

I just got tired

This is a song ...