Painting

Lumped a ton of peels over a chargrilled stain of grease,

Washed the rubbish with some mustard and sprinkled on some frozen peas,

Mopped the floor with broken candle and let the wax then all dry out,

Broke the curtains with my mind and let my thoughts come rolling out,

It's Sunday morning, work to do, but I just figured out,

My dentists due, my painful teeth and it's because I scream and shout,

I eat the scraps, recycle whats left in a piling compost heap,

I work too long and pay my bills but rewards I cannot reap,

Too much stuff too little time building up around me still,

A year went by and now went two and I've written up my will,

Two cents for jack, a box for Lez and a condom now for Jill,

Goodbye my loves I'm off the wall and dying in my van, two cups of scraps and a broken back have done me in but now I begin to see, what I've wanted this whole time was found under the backseat,

It was piece of mind, rested ears and a piece of the debris,

My lifelong dream of being the man had since replaced to be,

A selfhealer in the moment healing my broken knee,

The scar from then still present in my knee and all it's blood,

I worked my life and rode thin ice for all those that loved me,

But all I see is angels glee and life turn inside out,

I'm floating away my halo says I'll be home in 2 hours,

I watch my friends wave up at me and begin to bow,

I stand before the pearly gates and before God lets me in,

He points at all my list of sin and brandashes my shin,

"Go before the devil, puke, before I cast you down,

Beg of him to let you wear the horns and the black gown"

I lost my sight I fell from flight I fell and fell and fell,

Crumbled through the pavement and before the devil I felt unwell,

He watched me there and didn't blink all did was stare,

He broke a bottle of beer and threw another awfully near,

"You scum of fuck, I'll break you now and soon you will repent, for eating scraps for breakfast,

And not taking time to vent."