Chew Some Charcoal

I think I’ll chew some charcoal
I need that black powerful stuff to ease my mind
And the electricity racing in succession
Of a thousand curses of hate
Of one million stress related rants
Of the joy hate that comes from being the powerful failure
That I am

I think I’ll have some charcoal
To avoid that press mess
To avoid that unapologetic apology
The nauseating embarrassment
Of my true feelings
Of my true
Self

I think I’ll chew some charcoal
And I think I’ll call a cab

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