once there was a worm named timmy tiny tail
he had a very unusual, and very tiny tail
he had but one friend, sandy the snail
who had a very *****, and grimy tail
together they complained about how they had the gayest of tails
but they weren't as bad as the 29 polka dotted ***** whales
who were at the moment swimming around the pacific, eating tiny little krill
till wally the whale got in snappy the sharks grill
then snappy got snippy and tore wally's **** up
and finished it off with some tea from his favorite tea cup
and so the 28 polka dotted ***** whales wailed for their friend
as timmy and sandy ******* about not having a decent looking end

my cotton filled mouth, refreshed by the sweet nectar of ice cold beer, needs food
i snake through the party, rubbing off of sweaty near naked people, towards grub
bits of monkey bread, the highlight of my short munch, last but milliseconds
8 beers down, 3 women to go
everyone has a standard to live up to right?
why not
i hope i finally get with that girl from the east side
i would fully enjoy being between those legs
but shes not here, she is at home with her husband god ******
i have a tiny suspicion she likes him for his paycheck
her rock took a toll on it, i know that for sure
i see it gleaming off the sun, screaming 'im a gold digger!'
she gives me a glance of two. i see it quite often
oh well shes not here
but that **** from 102 is
i go over there
words of an *** flow out of my cloudy throat
she digs it...
my ignorant ***** of a friend, morgan calls me over.
my stomach curls as the *** races down, thrilling my nerves
in my brain, lights ignite, i go wild
like my fresh cig, my eyeslight up
i except the fact that ill wake up next to her puke filled steve maddens and a '*******' text

cut fine
it runs....
furiously,
numbing me,
causing me to smile.

ground up
it travels....
slowly,
calming me,
causing me to smile.

distilled perfectly
it flows....
quickly,
confusing me,
yet causes me to smile.

**** instructions
and rules
and healthy eating habits

i wish we had one more chance
i wish we could have one last dance
i wish you could understand
i wish you would grab my hand
i wish you would get what im trying to say
i wish we could have just one more day
i wish to see you sometime or another
dont matter when, this side or the other

Out and about many miles away
clueless, even not knowing the time of day
I wonder
drifting
I stay, I go
I am a wild, free, and spirited soul
I am a man made by my past
Living free, expecting to die fast
I don't make plans past an hour from now
I strive to under stand why things are, and how
I carry no schedule, and I never reconsider
I'm gonna die sometime, one way or another

The world is ******

waves hit
birds ****
grounds quake
people hate
planes drop
cars stop
caves rumble
buildings crumble
powers attack
weak step back
leaders lie
people die
crops fail
babies wail
friendships cease
populations decrease
people live in fear
the end seems near

That shot of whiskey
dulls my nerves
that taste aint good
and it kinda burns
what do I do now?
I pull a smoke from
my pocket, and take a light
the smoke creates a ghost
in the pitch black of the night
I stroll down McKinley
humming a tune from the radio
I dont have a place to be
no place to actually go

Hey lady with the marker up front
stocking our brains with useless tid bits
of information
*******!
Im not paying attention to you.
I guess you can say Im wasting my education
'Im gonna do something big, bigger then YOU'
Im gonna be a big movie star
with all my useless materialistic things
my over priced clothes. or my 6 million dollar car
making tabloids and headlines everytime
I find a girl thats better than just a ****
Ill have a big house, and leave a ton of rooms empty.
Ill try and seem sophisticated enough to try and write a lame half true autobiography
And Ill have a drug stint and people will know my problem
Six months will pass
December
Janurary
Feburary
March
April
May
'say what ever happened to him?'
Ill be clean then, and Ill look like Im enjoying myself
I did a good job of staying out of trouble
and when the trouble stopped so will the help
Soon Ill find myself alone in
my mansion with nothing to do
Ill give a hefty donation
But thats just because I feel useless
so old and just caged in
And when Im sitting in my chair
wormed by a fire, sipping on my aged wine
Ill be thinking how finishing college
getting a job and starting a family woulda been just fine

Nothing is more put together
It's set up perfect and completely organized
Its not a book, nor one of
humans many establishments

Its a single piece of paper
and the ink on it reads
the Periodic Table of the Elements