The Facts Of Life

On the Farris wheel top screaming…

I’m high!

low life voices that tell me good bye…

 

Open the p to let me dock…

Cargo delivery was a open house…

 

 

Sometimes I get tired of…

Rhyming for this attention…

Fixes nothing…

Pulling my hair out kind of terror…

Look at my ashy knuckles…

Gun butt the diversity of lingeries…

That attempt to soffacate my wisdom…

Till I feel dumb…

Novacained my ring finger…

Dissappear Dimond…

Look at the shadow…

Didn’t even cry then…

I knew that raven would fly away…

 

 

I don’t know why you ever came.

Closed the casket on real dreams.

To be….

A stable…

Loving…

Repopulation of mother earth…

We just couldn’t…

I just couldn’t…

Be

A

Thing…..

 

Personal memories estranged…………

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