I get so sad when I see you there lying in bed
I go out, you stay home, you're all alone
Where you go when you're asleep I don't know
It's the only time you ever really seem at peace
The days are long, and it's so hard to go on
I go to work, come hoe and be a jerk
To my only one, my wife and my lovely
How the hell you got this raw deal
It's above me, I can't understand it
It's like all the bad things I ever did
Came back on you--that's how God planned it
And I can't see what His game is
I'm just tired of dealing with all His
Motherfucking lameness
Blameless--not me
Every one of His children fucks up eventually
So why'd He have to hit you so hard?
What was the point of all this meanness?
How do you tell the god of the Universe to suck your penis?
I could cry, but I'm done
I could try to outrun
My own death, my creeping mortality
Even though my own eyes see its certain eventuality
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Journal entry for July 4, 2010 (Raw Deal rap)
Hi, I'm Andrew, AKA Hoodyup the Evil Caregiver, and I approved this blog post. I may not have been in my right mind at the time, but what's done is done. I stand by my sins. Eppur si muove.
I started this blog as a way to vent my frustrations with life, the universe and everything (not the book by Douglas Adams; that was quite good, actually).
My seemingly charmed life took a turn in 2004 when my wife Sharon was diagnosed with MS. This blog documents the fallout and revisits the past, as well as chronicling my dreams and rants throughout the years.
Be warned - explicit language and content that runs the gamut can be found in these posts, which describe personal events, both real and those dreamed up by my overactive nocturnal psyche.
Also, I use real names whenever possible, so if you see a post with your name on it, it probably refers to you. Unless, of course, you don't know me, in which case it is purely coincidental.
Enjoy your visit. Comment, if you so desire, or lurk privately. This blog can be your guilty pleasure (or displeasure).
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