Little bit of bitter then add the sweet to take the sting away,
Life is, and no spoonful of medicine can lessen it;
Mary Poppins pills to make the pain go away now.
Self medicate and try to keep it down;
Barbie and Ken, with detachable black eye and whiskey bottle.
Another household horrorshow right outside my window but if it's not on the media, how can I tweet at ya, to show you how much I care and how much I support the police at least until it's the hounds released at me.
More bad news and the death rate increases but by a show of support I can get my heart rate down to walk by my ex; jealous with his new "*****" or so I call her.
This is the new addiction, we're all showing we to care to care and an equal sign that means peace,
safety pin it to our shirts to show we're there.
The only safety I need is on my gun, now I got a box for my son because he shot his mother in the head, I should've stressed gun safety to him, he'll get the hang of it when he starts school next year. Now the boy is a soldier, fighting for peace, some love him, some hate him. I just want him alive, but if he dies, he'll die like a hero and if he washes out early- I have no son.
Intent doesn't matter, only actions show character. That's what I call a disgrace, which is why I wear a mask, to show my true face. Hiding in plain sight is the best kind of disguise, but you can tell a storied life from the depth of my eyes.
So Mary Poppins pills and it's just the way, a little bit of salt and sugar to start my day.
This is a poem from my Third book Out for Blood- on sale now on Amazon.com