The Smell of Resistance

The smell of resistance is a thick one.

The thought of defeat is a sick-sick-slick one.

I am fighting through.

You can get some sleep when you are dead.

Ignore that clock-tick-tick inside your head.

Get out while you're new.

This really is quite laugh-out-funny.

You're only poor for want of money.

You've never had a dime.

Wait! There is no such thing as crime.

Do what you must to survive,

It's only wrong if somebody sees.

So drink deep and close-lock the doors.

Nothing gets in.

You were told that you were a god-sent-miracle.

The world will twist-turn-turn at your footfall.

You poured yourself into life.

What a joke that turned into.

Nothing got in.

The smell of resistance is a thick one.

The thought of defeat is a sick-sick-slick one.

I'm not fighting through.

I can get some sleep before I'm dead.

The clock goes tick-tick-tick inside of my head.

I fell into the depths when I was new.

This isn't at all laugh-out funny.

I'm dying poor from lack of honey.

I only have a rhyme.

Don't wait. I'm a wrong-bad-crime.

Get out so you can survive.

It was so wrong that they all saw.

So spit it out and break-smash the doors.

Let them all in.