Monday, January 17, 2011

poetry for now

death wish mist touchin a kiss of miserys bliss
throughout overdoses and slit wrist
ganjis the only ammo that gets the metphoric hits
sinch yes it is, skinny ass lil lying bitch
brought with the idea of sucking on a mothers tit
could of been god or the aliens creepin in hell
juice is pepsi, saratonin beens unregulated and ive just started to kickstart a serman
of masturbation, supreme overload on your computer motherboard
sword of the supreme
black as a darkseed
but as white as star wars lightspeed
seein stars from the  miles away
but whats the point
no friends and loneliest unseen ghost etirely made up of marshmellows
and cottton swade pillows,
thier may not be such a thing
but im tired of the good and a bad and what its supposed to bring
so go ahead and sing your honky tonk blues

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