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Tired of this way of life.

Peel away all the red tape.

Find a place to run and hide where I can escape.

Lately I don't feel alive.

Zombified throughout the day.

Storm is brewing deep inside, locked inside a cage.

Enraged. Man cave built of flesh.

Free of woe, riddled with regret.

Cold beer, stiff exhumed.

Welcomed to my rumpus womb.

Blueprint for pleasure, desperately measured.

It's the mans world.

I do what I can to smear shit on his structures and disrupt his frail utopia.

My backs against the wall.

Retreat to someplace warm, where the walls all conform.

Like a glove from up above.

Entombed in skin, push comes to shove.

Much Love!