Your way may work for you,
But I do things my way.

I have my own way of getting the job done.
Why do you have to have your

I want to be a grip-man

Charged with navigating the cable cars

I'll run the Powell and Market line

I could be proud of that,

Free Verse

Is there any such thing as a free verse?

Don't we all try to rhyme, if it's poetry we write?

I know, I know,

Masks

Trapped in a world of perfect misery

Without an escape, woe is me

Where every single day is a copy of a copy

As I

Hands shake, legs tremble

but I am not nervous

Balance lost, feeling dizzy

but I am not drunk

Depression floods, stubbornness