Worldly obsessions take hold
of the confident and bold
regressing in will
swallow that pill
craddle that bottle
watch him wobble
with ignorance
and greed
drop to your knees and plead
with the lord
you're bored
and sore
from the whiplash of life
the universe is trife
my words corrupt and slaughter
flowing like dirty tap water
I speak for the dumb
I hear for the deaf
breath for the breath
less
and this should be enough
what makes you so tough
you snarl and growl
fowl as fuck
In your skin tight jeans and pick up truck
good luck