She weeps,
Vibrato tears,
I get the creeps,
Of being myself.
Of trying to be,
The best in this golden hour;
The devil sold the broken hearts
to Amateur angels,
Who practice
healing,
In angel schools.
I tried to write -
an exam to enter,
They said my mind wasnt quite centred;
I end up behind the bars,
The bar I mean,
Alcohol and whiskey,
They are two different entities,
Some get titites!
Some get a beer!
Some tell me this word play is outdated,
So-
I look them in the eye,
I look them in the lips,
I ask~ if they got filtered tips; ?;
I roll them up into a paper,
I smoke them all,
I smoke them in pieces,
Sometimes the brain matter is too much to handle;
I don’t gamble,
I just love rock and roll,
Someone is dancing under that blue ball-
She is pretty.
I wonder if I can talk to her.
Moving on,
They got stalls,
They sell whiskey and alcohol!
I wonder what the gods drink.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 7:23 AM UTC
She weeps,
Vibrato tears,
I get the creeps,
Of being myself.
Of trying to be,
The best in this golden hour;
The devil sold the broken hearts
to Amateur angels,
Who practice
healing,
In angel schools.
I tried to write -
an exam to enter,
They said my mind wasnt quite centred;
I end up behind the bars,
The bar I mean,
Alcohol and whiskey,
They are two different entities,
Some get titites!
Some get a beer!
Some tell me this word play is outdated,
So-
I look them in the eye,
I look them in the lips,
I ask~ if they got filtered tips; ?;
I roll them up into a paper,
I smoke them all,
I smoke them in pieces,
Sometimes the brain matter is too much to handle;
I don’t gamble,
I just love rock and roll,
Someone is dancing under that blue ball-
She is pretty.
I wonder if I can talk to her.
Moving on,
They got stalls,
They sell whiskey and alcohol!
I wonder what the gods drink.
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