Brief description of me

Brief description of myself



I'm 5 feet 24 and I'm sick as hell
I've never been to jail but I've been through it's gate
I wake up to the light of the moon and the fires of hell

I'm Gemini, got curly black hair and I collect cigarette packs
I organize my clothes by colour, I get bored in Christmas
If I sneeze I don't make noise and I don't speak with my mouth full.

I can say I don't have many friends,
but when it comes to enemies I don't know how many I've made.
I've got my vision screwed up by a laser,
they say I'm a good person even though I'm not baptized.

I was born at 3 AM and I hate my sister
I don't believe in UFOs or Zombies
I wear size "L"
And I keep playing with fire after it burns me

But I'm not complicated enough to run away
Nor enough to sit down in silence
But I'm not simple enough to not warn you
That there aren't enough minutes nor enough words to define me.

I sleep face down and use pajamas if it's cold
Of life I laugh because of how cynical I am
I don't use a shirt nor a tie nor do I like the protocol
I'm in good company but I know how to be alone

If I'm embarrassed I'll blush like anyone else
Although I'm no longer scared of anything
I don't profess any creed nor do I think I'm macho
I'm not alcoholic but I get drunk from time to time.

I lack a couple teeth, if there isn't a plan I'll improvise
and although I'll fight, I don't complicate myself much
I don't stall, if you want cyan then mix blue and white.

Philanthropy isn't within my hobbies
I've got many addictions and I take responsibility for them
But I would never accept being indoctrinated
I'd like to choose what poison is going to kill me

My father was a scientist but he drived a taxi
He faced for malpractice, a rather cruel trial
I don't have a legacy nor an extended family
And sometimes my past takes it's toll on me.

I have a dog and a mark on my knee
I'm not ticklish, I worked at the municipality
I don't betray my principles because that comes first
If you were born incendiary, don't die a firefighter.

Never tell everything, my grandfather used to say
And in his agony he never said where he put his will
and I can't have everything I want even though I try
that's what I get for being honest

But I'm not complicated enough to run away
Nor stubborn enough to sit in silence
But I'm not simple enough to not warn
That there aren't enough minutes nor enough words to define who I am.