Dancing With Insanity Poem by Timothy minchew

It's not that I'm sick of the world,
Just most of the people in it.
They Push, They pull, They shove.
Well I've finally reached my limit.

I don't want to commit to suicide,
But maybe I'll just fool around with her.
Take that pretty little thing under the sheets
And go down on her.

People keep on asking me,
Tj, Are you sure that your okay?
Hell no it's not all good,
Cant you tell By how i wear this face?

Cant you hear it in my voice,
The sarcasm and satire?
I could say all was well,
But then i would be a liar.

So we'll go over all the possibilities,
But until I'm through.
I'll just sit here with my mistress,
Till we can decide what it is we're going to do.