It is four twenty and no ones around
and all I hear is that gurgling sound.
I know what’s the time
and I know it’s a crime.
I know how it makes me feel
and I try to keep it real.
I cook up another bowel for the brain
since this world is driving me insane.
All this depravity and depression
while I continue my inward digression.
I wish I could just shut the whole world out
so then I wouldn’t need to shout.
No more arguments with that bitch
No more dealing with my computers glitch.
No Parking tickets on my windshield
No more sitting out in a burning field.
Just another day in this self made paradise.
Dealing with the hearts cold as ice.

09/12/2003

Posted on 09/12/2003
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