The world was a limitless
Image of serendipity
Turned, blurred, and obscured
By minutes that stole my dignity
Minutes controlled the ligaments
Between my family’s trinity
The minutes published shit
Behind weed bowls and hostility
It’s hidden in the holes
But in his soul is femininity
Obvious in toxicity
The smoke spoke explicitly
Time whizzed past
As I figured my ass out
These clocks melted, cocks belted
Lashing out at liberty
The answers to the riddles
Were synonyms of infinity
The hours passed minutely
Tuesday was two seconds
The rest of the week was school
On Saturday, made records
On Sunday, I found divinity
But lost it in confessions
My enemies, like validity
And thinking I could pass
Were a couple reasons that
I didn’t fuck with the mass
When I sat on my ass
And tried to worship the bastard
That botched my genitals
By testicles, jizz, head and a shaft
Said I’m sorry to my aunts
And the bitches of Christmas past
As I strutted, showed my ass
And all these sinners did was laugh
The boat to heaven was shaken
But I escaped on a raft
I was trying to spit the bible
I’d written the fifth draft
And I swear I’m not the devil
Just un-level and queer
I’m not into this show
I got no business here

Fucked by the drama
Trauma prolly got me epicene
I tried to shower it off
But it sunk through the pores
A fucking pansy, a Nancy
A blooming flower, ignored
A pussy in all the games
Cuz I would always pick truth
Lizzo’s right that shit gon’ hurt you
I diverted to the booth

I’m a kid amid happy chaps
With no hope of sobriety
I saw the irony
But I mumbled it quietly
Abandoned by society
The millionth time
You see, I told anxiety
To come closer
And spit some rhymes with me
Paranoid, hysterical
Ms. Hoover with Lyme
My crimes will tally
And rally to cry
For my demise
But the jokes on them
Cuz I got played by time
The femme fatale of the future
Giving fooms till they fie
Born broke, gonna stay
Till the day that I die
I lived a rich life with bitches
Dropping strife on a dime
But when I’m out of this house
No HRT I can buy
Without the help of my parents
My whore dreams are all lies
I tracked down
All the Catholics at dawn
I middle fingered their windows
And took a piss on their lawns
Cuz praise god for all the pills I’ll be on
I’m fucking done with this lie
Just pass the spliff and I’m gone

Trauma’s bad, fought it back
It emasculates
Piffled matte, liquid
Mascara Accutane
Under that, not a slag
But a cracker’s fate
Fucking hag, just a fag
In a masquerade

Going home to my father
Was forced to tolerate fear
Or tell him fuck yourself
Or fuck it, take a look in a mirror
Went to confront my dad
Enforce to him the fat piece of shit he was
Stepped into his room
Where I saw him getting his Willy tugged
So pissed off
Got chucked off the mezzanine
Where I waited till my mom texts
Like I did with my sex
Stayed hidden in a closet
To blow off shit, I was vexed