my dad and brother sit around
on sunday afternoons
talking about conspiracies
kennedy
area 51
princess diane
911
all the **** no one really
understands
some of it they say
was planned some if
it not so much
i sit and take it all in,
scratch my sack when needed,
watch outside for the storm that’s
coming waiting for five o’clock when
i can stop thinking and drink a bottle
or two
heat filled sentences shooting
thought process half dead
get me mad
if everything is a conspiracy
then **** this heart of mine
and **** all this time i wasted
waiting
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC
my dad and brother sit around
on sunday afternoons
talking about conspiracies
kennedy
area 51
princess diane
911
all the **** no one really
understands
some of it they say
was planned some if
it not so much
i sit and take it all in,
scratch my sack when needed,
watch outside for the storm that’s
coming waiting for five o’clock when
i can stop thinking and drink a bottle
or two
heat filled sentences shooting
thought process half dead
get me mad
if everything is a conspiracy
then **** this heart of mine
and **** all this time i wasted
waiting
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