Aralyzing chains of tradition. Let the decadence marinate. Farmers with a dire prediction. Who planted massive seeds we ate. Flower, grower, cultivating seeds we ate.
I read the news every day or I try. Switch back and forth between. A scowl and a smile. People lift me up or drop me. Flat like a stone. But still I want to believe in them.
A perfect chair. To park my derriere. Look out the window. and see the world moving along. . A scenic view. Tell me what I should do. It's irrelevant 'cause.
He never killed anyone but he hurt some. Body's feelings once. Pushed in the corner with his shame dressed. Up like a dunce. Is it crowth or decay when.
This is an ode to all my old buddies. The ones that helped me realize when shit was funny. Cut our teeth. A kick in the ass. Tackling life there's just one chance.
A kiss new year's eve is a gesture of hope. A kiss goodbye gives a lump in the throat. One inspires the other puts out fires. A love for kissing feet makes him a weirod.