Thresheld

Fate

You don't get it,

but don't sweat it,

Let me break it down

you see,

I stay up real late

get drunk with Fate

masterbate

like slugs on a date

I get broke down

telling jokes around town

and I go home alone

and I call Fate's phone

I spit prose when we pass

eat food off her plate

and I stay up real late

and I wait and I wait

and I wait for 'ol Fate

to give me a ring

and I fake everything,

you see,

I smoke cigarettes with rats

and break bats on my knee

I hang out late with fat cats

like a regular wanna be

white trash in my blood

side walks on my teeth

and I wait and I wait

and stay up till it's dawn

and it occurs to me that

this Fate of mine is down

underground, somewhere far gone.