Another Nicotine cocktail to put me to sleep.
Another little goodie in my lungs to keep.
Another phlemwad to be expelled.
A way for that addiction to be held.
A way to waste the best years of your life.
A way to sever it all with a knife.
A way to forget all your misery and pain.
A way to pass in the one way lane.
A way to make a new folk tale to be told.
A way for another lie to be sold.
A life to forget and a life to regret
and how to lose or win that worthless bet.
So maybe it's just to see who you are
or maybe we're just to burn with the star.
Possible, all these paths before me
all forking out like some great redwood tree.
A life with or without the ability to choose
and in the end do we really ever lose?
Since life is all you've ever learned and herd
are we just one to come up with a new word?
It used to be slavery, but now it's Work force
and as usual we're all left to be the workhorse.
So what I'm just white trash
that doesn't mean you can rape my mental stash.
So what if someone made you who you are
in your tinted out limo with the decked out bar.
So how am I to respect someone who knows not of plight.
Someone who doesn't know how to really fight
Someone who cowers in power and delight
by watching your house in the pale moonlight.
Someone tapping your phone while you tele-rub
and watch the dream weaver shudder at all the hub bub.
So get on the bus and grab the jar of Ky
No it's not made in Kentucky, Why?
Oh I see, your being a smart ass too?
Hey, mofo, quit sniffing my glue.
So you mean your dependent on my tongue for release
since all my erections seemed to cease.
Well that's what happens when you scream murder
since everyone on the block herd her.

06/14/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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