Lyrics

sitting in bed as the pain envelops my entirety,
trying to write through it, but my hands are locking up, entirely,
as I etch these words into an A.I. Narrated diary,
breaking within a matrix I created after announcing I’m Non-Binary,
Transitioning into something I don’t even know how to be!
How do I be me!?
can’t you hear how insane that question seems!?
If I am who I am,
and I see myself as she,
then why can’t I be anything other than the Quill’s Visceral Queen!?
With every stroke of a screen, she leaves all deceased within the murder scene,
constantly, encasing her lungs in a prison of burning leaves,
as a family grieves the son lost to what they claim to be disease,
yet here I stand, feet planted, and definitely displeased,
with the reactions of those whom claimed to have loved D,
but yet they can’t love the one buried within the deep,
me, Ava E!?

Who is Ava E?

See,
I’m just a lyricist, a rapper, and a Flunkie,
a prescription pill popper, and a half wit cannabis junkie,
used to be pencil thin, now I’m Skippy Chunky,
but the girls still on me, so clearly im still spunky,
the wand’s still wet, so clearly it’s fucking,
insane the way we shake the king’s frame, as the cheeks clap, left right, smack across the face,
I close both hands as he pulls in my waist,
happy birthday bitch, now eat ya damn cake!

“Wait! Pump the Brakes!”

“How’d we grow from introspection to this degeneracy!?”

“Duh, Bird Brains, clearly, blessed with Lunacy!?”

“Blessed!? Yeah, that’s blasphemy, lock her away, Brazen Bull! Agony!”

“Fuck you! I’m Transgender Jack Sparrow, I dare you to cum, try and catch me!”

“Oh, so now it’s Disney!?”

“No, but watch this!”

“I’ve been shot!!”

“Where at!?”

“Diss Knee!”

“That was so fucking corny, I am so mad I even heard that…like…oh my God, Becky, stab her in the butt, it’s so big anyways, it’s just so, like, round and out there…”