Squat

I have pushed, and I have pushed, and pushed, Yes. Somewhere along the line it just turned into yelling at you- that feels much better anyway. Pushing's what got me into this, holding your arms above your head.
Yes, I'm failing now. Not flunking out, ohNo, I'm magic, kid, I'm Dynamite- the versatile submersible. I'm fading fast, I'm failing to resurface,
Lastly I would like to say a gracious Fuck You for the loss of choice. It wasn't your fault. You didn't do it to abuse me, didn't do it to get anything from me. But Fuck You anyhow.
There was a Child got lost in woods, and found in there a changeling sprout
Of little leaves and grubs and twigs, it had an urge to see the world
The way the greasy humans lived, and offered Child adventure out
Of mundane things, Where faeries swirl.

But the Child smashed the changeling into the roots of a nearby tree, because who would be stupid enough to fall for that Archaic jerkjob, anyways? Then Child kept some pieces of the changeling skull and later ground them into guitar picks and grew up to be Jeff Buckley.
Oh, fuck me.