There's some dangers to the game, some times you gotta watch out for where you put your ****, cuz some of these ******* out here have death traps. If you hit the walls right, she'll come back the next night, next thing you know you're in a fight. Who is this person? How did we meet again? ****, I feel like I'm six feet under, maybe ten.

In deep, but not losing sleep. Still workin, going to shows, lookin for new **'s. That's the life of a ****, or one that wants to be, if you try to graduate, you'll get closer to degree. And it burns when it's not fun anymore, and you realize you're at square one once more.

And you keep chasing a *****, an imaginary person, someone who isn't worth it. She'll find you. That's the truth. You don't have to look for it, cuz it'll scoop you, like a cyclone.

Take you places you'd never thought you'd go. And then it's all ove.

Never talk to you again, I gotta keep it movin. I got **** to do, no time to worry about two.

Your **** is grimey, triflin, that's the only words I can think of, I want to put a rifle in, your imaginary mouth and blow it, see you later, you're gone, explosion. That's all I think of when I think about that, two chemicals went bad, and now there's combustion. I gotta cool off, see you later, I'm going to another river, I'm going to chase some paper. The finish line is far away, but I'm going to make it, and if anyone else tries to take it, then I know they're just fakin. Goodbye for now for good forever and never, again will I think about that person I wrote about in the beginning of this poem. **** it. I'm out of town.