lookin and staggerin
drinking and hollerin
spillin and trippin
a mess
got a lil puke on my left cheak
and dude can barely speak
look like a serious creep
but into the bar I go
right across from the AA Club what a ****** joke
how the hell do you exspect me to feel good drunk
thinking about all those sober punks
drivin new cars, clean cut, and got wifes with big butts
the only butts ill be seein tonight are the end of my cigs
what a pathetic guy
i here a girl whisper
2 stools down sittin by some handsome guy
so I finish my bottle of wine
walk over
look her straight in the eyes
and tell her shes right

Her hair fell on my bare ***
as we laughed
and diped out on class
I gave her a true teaching
while she was sleeping I nibbled
and slowly paced myself up her left leg
on to the ******
where her mouth dribbled
and I know when I hit the right spot cause she gave a slight giggle
when I told her that teach was about to preach
she kinda geeked out a little bit
as the pink came into veiw of my eyes
her thieghs quivered
and she called me Ron Burgundy the way I played her flute
I put my right hand over her lips
and then put both my hands on her hips
as the honey dripped
as the honey dripped
what a lovely trip
one ride we both will never forget

I sit and wonder on this moldy deck
who will be next
to fight fire with fire
who will stand up to this brutal infection thats spreading like wild fire
fake *******
fake talkers
fake enough to feed more *******
to your open ears
con artists slick haired demons
and like a used car salesman
they speak into your ear
make sure you here and believe them
then you dipout with a broken promise
and even more hatred in your heart
and now im about to burn all the ******* down
open gas tank in one hand
stream following my trail
with a lit match and a middle fingure up
saying **** your slick tounge
and your jumping eyes
lies
lies
lies
feel my fire
feel true desire
this is what happens when you meet a *******
that doesnt take **** or get ****** with
now the kerosene burns as i lean against this beat down bench
i tell the match to go fetch as it lands on the gas
all i can say is you better haul ***

One hand over my hungover temple
as I stumble and crash over pizza boxes and dried klenexes
Im a perverted soul
with a taste of *** and cheap ***** on my mustache
I roll another cig with my dry tounge
and push aside the ugly women I managed to take home last night
she smells as horrible as the rotten milk in the fridge
and It's so funny how my life has come
from being a high person in society
to a peice of **** stuck on the bottom of a loose cannon and a cheap date
whos only real true love in life is watching other people be happy
and making little writings on poetry sites
hopefully one day someone will come across my writings
and **** themselves

**** your pretty thoughts
**** your happyness and your family van
**** your tie and **** your pretty wife and your pretty life
******* for hating me
******* for loving me.
Pretty blue skies
I send up all my white lies like clouds where they sit and mutter
Where they sit and wait
to laugh at me one more time.
Pretty grey skies
where my black lies turn into rain clouds
and they rain on your pretty parade.

Death teased me once
as the Grim Reaper tickeled my arm pit
felt the Pit of Hell pour out my wrists.
Blood looks beautiful splattered on white
like a graffitti painted by a hoodlem in the dead of night
My eyes rolled backwards in my head
My skin went cold as the bathroom tiles
devil cracked its cunning smile
but short lived
towels wrap around wrists
carried out the house
to a ambulance
where my run in was turned to a sickness
depression
medication
a new living hell

My heart
it beats
for those of us who fear to wake up from our dreams
where we rule the world
my heart
it beats
for those of us sinking our heads in our pillows
as we cry ourselves to sleep
what happens when my heart ceases to beat
do we not wake up from our dreams
do we not cry ourselves to sleep
These questions I yell to the stars
Where maybe
anothers heart is waiting for me to grasp it in the air
If my heart was to cease to beat
I hope another will take my place