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Freddy Prinze Jr.

If I smoke *** on Tuesdays

Or drink cheap beer with expensive people

It will all look like an average day

For someone like me

Not for the crowd

That smokes *** on Wednesdays

And drink cheap beer with equally cheap people

It’s a job for them

They’re mindset isn’t indulgence

It’s how to stay ahead of the curve

Because when you’re this close

It’s easy to get your face smashed in on the curb of the curve ****** up ladder climbers are all a bunch of thieves, liars, and murderers)

So I’m a couch cushion and here’s the big time! Ready to be incendiary?

I bet you are.

You’re the guy who put raisins

In the bran

So tell me, how it feels?

The money shoulder

Reaction

If you’re quick

You’ll shrink you vocabulary to verbal shrugs

And then?

Then you’re the quick ******* kid

But still

Envy is a cheap word

When buying cardboard

But my life’s a cut out

And I’ve been around some melodramatic histories.

Still,

Hits me like a ton of bricks

When I break a promise to myself

But still I got twisted

And the rest was a kaleidoscope (color ******* and not so formal hand grenade hand gestures. I’m most the same act with different band t-shirts)

Adventures should be shared

I’d be far more interesting in an Indiana Jones excursion

I just hope it doesn’t involve rush records

Not a personal fan

**** it…

It wouldn’t matter that much

It shouldn’t matter at all

All pipe dreams lead to the same sewage.

And out to sea,

With pretty things

Where more expensive beers are served to

Increasingly less expensive people

Although cheap newspapers would have you believe differently

If I lost the charm I never had it in the first place

I’ve got 20 years of ******** to back up my ego

So young intellectuals challenge me to a battle of wit

They choke on shattered teeth

And I do my best when I’m ruthlessly violent

At the core that’s what it is

First sight is like a ****** scoped me

And I’m bleeding out the throat

And gasping for second impressions

 

-Kevin T.

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Jun 17, 2010
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