29. Chunder

I don't want to be your Vlad
I don't want to make you mad.
But understand...
That the fact of the matter is
That you just don't listen.

And yet I tell you time
And time again
That I shall not be
Your Vine.
Creeping, Cralling
Over and under
Through deceit.
Read through my epic chunder.

The Impaler is long gone
So far as hopefully
These things will set in.
I remonstrate fully;
The life of me
Is that of an inbetween - Society.

And yet I tell you time
And time again
That I shall not be
Your Vine.
Creeping, Cralling
Over and under
Through deceit.
Read through my epic chunder.

The days are long gone
Of the fact that you have begun
To comprehend
The facts of life
That I have put before you
What else can I do?

I'm out of my depth.
The booze is going right to my head
The life I have
Goes right through your heart.....

The days are long gone
Of the fact that you have begun
To comprehend
The facts of life
That I have put before you
What else can I do?