The policeman tells me to drop my weapon
so I lay my keyboard to the ground
I hold my hands up to the heavens
and show him stars he has never seen before
I leave him dazed and confused
but I did not **** him with my poetry

I stumbled to the next bar and got wrecked
for then I had lost faith, my mantra was what the heck
I made chaos my drinking buddy
and we'd blow the worlds apart
Yes, and in the morning
we would find ourselves on the beach

Dragging Chaos is a pain
the fat f**k should loose some
too many pizzas and no exercise
makes Chaos a heavy chap to carry
yet I pull him to a bench
and just leave him there again


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris