No hot tub
No lazy boy recliner
No money in the bank unless you count two dollars and fifty seven cents as money
No backyard
No bacon
No vacation days stacked up for when I’m fucked up and don’t want to go in
No priceless paintings
No diamonds
No real estate or fake estate or any estate whatsoever
But I also have
No bullshit
No fallacies
No drama with extra whipped cream
No allegiances or theories
No auto correct on my low self esteem
All I own
Is on me
All I need
I inject into my bloodstream
Since you left
Nothing else means anything
No Christmas stockings
No lingerie
No wasted worthless attachments and feelings
I got me though
I got me though
All I got is me
Yet I also have
No broken heart
No commitment strings
No petty wanton leanings
No reason to be perfect when perfect aint free…
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 