its complex when i wake,
when i peep outside through my sleepy eyes,
where the ugly glare of the grey stares, glaring at me angrily,
its ugly and mean, when to me it means i shall not have fun out there!
that my fun can be limited by this glare means its mean,
the complex meanness!
its complex why i woke,
was it not for this pressing piss that pisses me off as it burns,
where the burn kicks me out of the warm blankets’ cover,
landing me out onto this cold glare,
its unfair that it was warm, that hotness of a last nights bear burned me out of my sheets to piss!
the complex burning piss, and i am pissed off before i piss!
why i write this instead of keeping it to myself,
why i share this instead of shutting it to only me, the three me, the myself and i me!
why why why but never ask me why
but complex can be easy, if its eased out,
like the pissing piss leaves the body in an easy smile,
so can all complexities be eased, or so can one ease it out!
its complex doesn’t mean it has to be so,
most complexities can be easily eased out, your choice!
its complex doesn’t have to define you,
an easy way to ease it out is out there, find it!
oooh i need to ease out this missing you in my heart!
maybe i should call, missing can be pissing if no word is uttered,
i better call and say hallo!
oooh boy, did i just write this there?
okay, its complex can be eased, let me deal with mine,
stop complicating your complexities in life, ease them out!!