Aug 2013
I am king of cart b4 the horse-intrepidity in the golden silence
But I am also a little white rabbit.
I sit
Upon the solitude waiting to find meaning
And just then my old friend walks in
His name is Robert but that is unimportant
He once sold his furniture for blues
And his wife was not happy when she got home
From hot vacation
This is none of our buisness
But she whisper whisper anyway
Until her words trailed off
Sobs
Old Robert came to work today
You see he did my job b4 me and you know that he could do a much finer job than I.
Much finer.
You see he slept alone in a twin bed sweating for weeks
He he he
Ha ha so much sweat to get off the pills
But he couldn't take the old sick, poor rob
His bones ached
He looks at me
As if I were a river rat heaved soaking wet upon the shore (sober) before his feet
Heaving for a breath of that **** air
I'm no better than him
My bones felt like they were froze solid once
And I had thick nightmares so vivid
I once climbed up on that horse
It was not so easy to climb down
His wife said goodbye
And his two little girls played in the back seat
He didn't care because he had Ace on speedial
He played good guy
Mr. Clean but that saying about:
Once a ******
Until she let him sleep on the queen sized matress
Next to her again
His little darlings lie awake reading by flashlight
Here he stands before me
And I am tempted to ask for a hook
(Just one ******* dilauded is that too much to ask just one come on ive been really good I deserve it djdjdksksndjajam ndiejsoskzndjdkskabxhiencbcnrjrjfnrjeisn ego)
He shows me how to do my job the right way
You have to do it like this
Like this like this like this
******' geek I will punch your lights out
As if u would feel it eh?
His pupils were too narrow to fit a pin through
And his hands shook
The old wonderful itch
Oh YES!
Here and there
Upon the neck
The back of the knee
The bicep etc.
I could see it
I could smell and taste the old life on him
The familiar buzzing that seemed to dance on the end of his hair
A fresh track mark on the top of the left hand
I am no better than rob
But he is better than me
I hate him in my heart a thick cancer malignant spreading as rainclouds
Through the soul
I love him brother lets go to south beach and buy out Ace
And I love you. I want to climb inside oblivion and **** me
But I am also a little white rabbit.
I sit
Upon the solitude waiting to find meaning
And just then my old friend walks in
His name is Robert but that is unimportant
He once sold his furniture for blues
And his wife was not happy when she got home
From hot vacation
This is none of our buisness
But she whisper whisper anyway
Until her words trailed off
Sobs
Old Robert came to work today
You see he did my job b4 me and you know that he could do a much finer job than I.
Much finer.
You see he slept alone in a twin bed sweating for weeks
He he he
Ha ha so much sweat to get off the pills
But he couldn't take the old sick, poor rob
His bones ached
He looks at me
As if I were a river rat heaved soaking wet upon the shore (sober) before his feet
Heaving for a breath of that **** air
I'm no better than him
My bones felt like they were froze solid once
And I had thick nightmares so vivid
I once climbed up on that horse
It was not so easy to climb down
His wife said goodbye
And his two little girls played in the back seat
He didn't care because he had Ace on speedial
He played good guy
Mr. Clean but that saying about:
Once a ******
Until she let him sleep on the queen sized matress
Next to her again
His little darlings lie awake reading by flashlight
Here he stands before me
And I am tempted to ask for a hook
(Just one ******* dilauded is that too much to ask just one come on ive been really good I deserve it djdjdksksndjajam ndiejsoskzndjdkskabxhiencbcnrjrjfnrjeisn ego)
He shows me how to do my job the right way
You have to do it like this
Like this like this like this
******' geek I will punch your lights out
As if u would feel it eh?
His pupils were too narrow to fit a pin through
And his hands shook
The old wonderful itch
Oh YES!
Here and there
Upon the neck
The back of the knee
The bicep etc.
I could see it
I could smell and taste the old life on him
The familiar buzzing that seemed to dance on the end of his hair
A fresh track mark on the top of the left hand
I am no better than rob
But he is better than me
I hate him in my heart a thick cancer malignant spreading as rainclouds
Through the soul
I love him brother lets go to south beach and buy out Ace
And I love you. I want to climb inside oblivion and **** me
