This poem is about false PR leaks and things of that nature. More specifically I believe I wrote this in relation to the time I was blacked out drunk, did drugs, and went around telling probably about half the crew (at least that is what they tell me.) I pretend that it was not my intention to "get in trouble," but in all reality some portion of my mind decided that I could no longer endure my suicidal lifestyle.
did i tell you the excitement
exitement did
did i tell you of the
of the things it did
please dont
tell anyone
or please tell
everyone
this news is secret
and so is the fact
i want everyone to know
this is advertisement
but nobody knows
my subtle maniputaion
that brings this to your eyes
or how it will affect your future
openly hides as
i wear a disguise