I was robbed tonight, but what
did they really take?
Hiking gear and a skateboard.
They left my Huxley, My
Bukowski, Hemingway, Gibran and
hell even my homebrewing books.
They must not have been a very learned fella,
passing up on the gold in front of there eyes.
The change they took, The lighters, but oddly, left my medical supplies
They didn't look twice at my Dr. Dog, My Modest Mouse, My Sunset Rubdown
They left all my culture, and they took possessions.
For some reasons unknown, I feel like they're the one
who's being stolen from
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
I was robbed tonight, but what
did they really take?
Hiking gear and a skateboard.
They left my Huxley, My
Bukowski, Hemingway, Gibran and
hell even my homebrewing books.
They must not have been a very learned fella,
passing up on the gold in front of there eyes.
The change they took, The lighters, but oddly, left my medical supplies
They didn't look twice at my Dr. Dog, My Modest Mouse, My Sunset Rubdown
They left all my culture, and they took possessions.
For some reasons unknown, I feel like they're the one
who's being stolen from
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