No Excuses

Excuses

Run through

Your veins

Just as

Frequently

As the man

On the

Freeway

Askin' for

Spare change

Just Spare me

The exchange

Fingers point

I blame

Energy isn't

That busy

For a moment

Of rearrange

Just a thought

A moment

Too strange?

Mirror talking

Just makes me

Deranged

I might as well

Go to the

Shooting range

At least

Aggression will

Call me by

My name

Point blank

Bullets will listen

To my cries

For help

Blood stains

My fingers

No text messages

Pulling the trigger

Not answering my

Questions

No excuses

Of being

Tied up by

Your clocks

Acid reflux

It's poor digest

My mind doesn't

Process

And lack

Of effort

No thoughtfulness

I'm not complaining

I'm simply

Refraining

From cynical

Detaining

Handcuffed like

A warrant is

Is on yo back

Tough

While your actions

Continue to bluff

I'm all in

Like Texas hold'em

And my Poker face

Is readable

Like a pencil

Trying to trace

Yeah I'm holding

The other Ace

No excuses

Everyone is on

A paper chase

Make time for

The one

Back on first base

Just in case

You end up

Back in this rat race

You don't want

Your number

To be erased....