ONE EYE WITH A WHEELCHAIR

Weird you were you so whisper betray
bring the fear again
bring we drown again
and all how the river is
so pretty dances so
we drink
we smoke
he’s the one of why
all of us drank drunk
you know what it means
oh yeah…
nature is a whore?
mature men are children
little feet run
and adults little
dead children
how this bottle sings
when it’s empty
saying’ don’t know what
i mean’ i am so sorry
i gave a $5 bill to someone
with one eye today in
a wheelchair on 1604
he has no legs
but runs away
i have two legs stay
it says i’m fake gold
i bury me inside a case
of twinkies hoping ghost
likes me so i’m so worn
and on and on i watch the
clock and my flesh decay
slower than my heart
an addiction of life
a miracle i breath

:: 09-04-2015 ::

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