That Time I Slept in Separate Beds

I repeat myself every day
On the loudest speaker I can find
I shell cashews by the ton
And poison every bottle of wine
I would pay a child to keep track
Of my thoughts and hopes and hates
First is a dream of Jesus
Coming down to rob the collection plates
Next is an idea for a movie
Time stops with a bullet in front of my face
I have some sort of magic power
But I had to trade my sense of taste
And I repeat myself every day
About things that didn't go right
I think I stand to be blackballed by humanity
But it's hard being black when you're white
I dangle participles and construct run ons
Like my typing will enable an emerging me
I toss these words like fucking bombs
And then trip over a silent E
And as I lay on the ground
Counting all my mistakes
It was you that led me here again
Last thing I could see was a clear runway