I slowly move to stand up. quietly the words creep up. from the pit of my stomach I speak up.
hi everyone my names mark and I am a negative bastard. In church not the place to be plastered.
I told him to say that. I’m the one he listens too. me and him are tight you know the coo.
I am his mate but I do get irate. when he tries to remove the negative from his plate.
got him hooked lines bate. Like sardine in a tin on squashed on a train again.
glass is always half full its empty. I can do his job it’s easy. but fortnightly scratch your destiny.
cash only chores. shotting shots for a score. Keep up the good work no tax returns they are bore.
I gotta stop bunning I could do so much more. but you’ll miss the wicked munchies at four.
With 2 step, 4 step you know the core. wish too chirp an unbelievable girl she is brilliant.
forget it man all the same but look different. wish to step up be the man and socialise. to be alive.
To fell aright, why what is better than surfing drinks all night. always stressing bout my fix every night.
Don’t worry bro we’ll get you fixed tonight. that iPad over there that’s a score quick bright.
Everyone got a buddy like me. His true best mate. I’m your subconscious it hates.