Random Thoughts

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Inspired by random thoughts in my head #rap @rapfame_official I woke up, phone dead, forgot the charger again Coffee cold, microwaved it twice, still tastes like sin Dog staring at me like "you promised that walk, when?" But the leash under the couch and I’m too lazy to begin Searching for it, so we both just sit here pretending That we don’t see the time, 11am, day ending Before it started, and I still ain’t answer them texts From my auntie asking ‘bout Thanksgiving, what’s next? I told her “probably turkey,” like that’s some deep reflex My fridge got condiments and hope, nothing complex DoorDash driver know my name, we don’t even text He just leave it on the mat, silent deal, no hex Rain hit the window, I count drops out of boredom 7, 8, then I lose count, mind start exploring Like why do we park in driveways and drive on parkways? Who made that rule? And why do my socks not match ever? Laundry been in the basket three business days Smells like regret and Febreze, that’s whatever My plant dead again, I swear I watered it, never Had a green thumb, just a thumb that scroll forever TikTok at 2am, learning ‘bout Roman Empire Meanwhile our own empire’s dishes stacked higher Than my motivation, but the YouTube tutorial Said “clean for 5 minutes,” now I’m a warrior Of productivity, I did the spoons, that’s material Progress, tell my therapist I’m becoming imperial Over my mess, she’d be proud, or she’d bill my insurance Either way I’m winning, unless I check my bank balance Then I’m losing, account saying “nice try, sir” So I close the app like I close my eyes to the answers Of adulting, who invented bills and cancers And Mondays? Monday should be illegal, ban it But then Tuesday just slide in like “you thought you planned it?” My calendar empty but my anxiety scheduled At a 3pm panic for absolutely no reason Brain running marathons while my body in deep freeze On the couch, wrapped in a blanket from 2019 It’s got holes but it’s loyal, unlike these new jeans Ripped out the store, fashion or poverty? Unseen Line between ‘em blurry like my vision without glasses Which I sat on last week, now the world’s got cracks in Everything I see, metaphor for how I’m acting Like I’m whole but really just taped up, distracting Myself with snacks, with naps, with reruns of The Office Michael Scott my spirit animal, that’s the honest Truth, I’m out here managing nothing, barely conscious Of time passing, but the sun set so it’s obvious Day gone, did nothing, but I wrote this verse 40 bars of random so my mind don’t feel worse Tomorrow I’ll probably do the same, but rehearse How to be a person, yeah, that’s the whole universe

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Bonaventure Vincent (P.O.P)

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