Inner

Scotch is most likely my lover,
that’s my first confession.
The second is all about you
and you are not anywhere.
And in my personality
disorder, I see you at my
door, something like
mental masturbation.
It’s true, you never have
what you really want
and that seems to be
the only fuckin’ rule
in this life
because at the end
of the road
nothing matters
even a little.
And I just see you
get away from me.
What went wrong?