One day they won't take and excuse themself

This is not the science that saves me...
This life learning laughter and love that builds me
I fail at perfect, haven't been and what is science?
Best practice and knowledge, perhaps.
I am because I follow intuition, in bed and shit yesterday...
And that is heart that reacts and mind predicts, you know.

I know not why I'm dead,
too much booze or loneliness
I killed my television and microwave, so
That can't be done.

And the haters hate
Lovers gonna make, craft, create
While the rest of the world spends it's own destruction
Wherefore is the peace in buying one's stairway to heaven.

One such as I can't foretell
History is written as much as mitigated by the victor
I know not whom got rich selling bullets
For I fight for acceptance, companionship, and opportunity

And all the good, better, and rather-thans still open
While clowns invade my privacy and domicile
I haven't a secret in my easy going except who I am
Money harasses, and women judge...  I am not my own anymore

My life is what it is, the life of everyone trapped in poverty or class struggle
We speak of third-world countries and world banks
I am a nation without a rose, and will be
I die now alone.
But life is the present, the gift, secret, and key.
For we each live on in our own way.