better in poetry

brother I wasn't stuck in limbo
maybe limbo was just stuck in me
maybe I wasn't burning in hell
punished in manners ethereal
maybe my business was biding my time
working on better material

you've done your penance
you have atoned
you've put in your time
you're not alone
this is no longer on you
you are free
what do you do next?
and fuck all this subtext
this is about me
what do I do next?

learn the rules
that they might break
bend them
fold them
spindle and mutiliate
and then rend those bastards
before its too late

because maybe destiny
didn't piss in my cereal
maybe I was just working
on better material