Through The Doubt

This is for the Humpty dumbties that say I fell off
This is for the pricks who claim I went soft
You don't know me, so don't pretend to
Sit back and listen while I take you back to school
I grew up a killer clown 
In a small town
Making money by nefarious deeds
Slinging things
If you know what I mean
Find me at a party under the table
Crafting a fable
A bottle of soco, pencil and pad
In my hand 
Folks don't understand
I'm a conduit
For wicked shit
I can't help it
My mind is on over drive
It's why I'm alive 
I am a stranger here
The path is not so clear
But I head forth with no fear
I can not be derailed 
Only tailed
Come with me 
And take a look and see
I'm a creative oddity
A talented prodigy 
On a quest for immortality

By LukeCoomer (c)