Hater Later

I don't wanna walk thru life alone, I already sold my childhood home, I'm messed up with love and sex, used to think my mom was the best, she really hurt me in death, there's no more will to live left, barely able to create, there's no such thing as gay men who wanna date, given up fairy tales, ignore the elephants and whales, more money and problems, everybody's got em, I just want peace, fame nor fortune are my capitalistic dream/belief, my heart murdered by grief, my soul scar runs deep, can't even weep, from an inheritance I haven't yet reaped, almost two years later, now I find myself a jealous hater!

Peace and 1,

Joe Conscious 

8/4/26