Distract Me

Distract Me
Distract me
Distract me
Take away the pain
Let me drowned
In your television set
Distract me
Distract me
Do not let me face
The life you have given me
Cheap Big K cola
Distract me
Distract me
I do not want to live
Anymore of your lies
With strip malls and plastic
Distract me
Distract me
Give me an addiction
To subtract from reality
Distract me
Distract me

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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  1. Pingback: 1996-2016: A Sample of 20 Years | the liminal life of m

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