Haze is the way I see the world
Haze with a vial of guilt pain pleasure and drunkenness
And I sip on that vial
Everyday

I talk to people and people talk to me
Sometimes I listen to the topics they bring
And sometimes I'm interested
Other times
I'm not

But I guess that's an alright thing to feel
After all
We all are human
Aren't we?

Understanding or not one does have to pay attention
When another is making a point
Or you are considered a pompous know it all alcoholic
*******

But when I think about if that would be that bad
Considering there are meaner men bigger ******* all false like
And then little old me making my little own stand
In the name of a supposed truth

I wonder which one I would feel better off in
The ******* devil
Or
The angelic demented?