for the greedy, wealth is another high score.
the number doesn't matter,
they just want more.

My life is a road shaped like a figure 8.

directionless. pointless. But I know I’ll be late.

Can’t drown these demons, that i taught how to swim.

The fighting gets tiring, somebody call Jake & Finn.

we smoke thick. we
tweet slick. we young
fools. we break rules.

we live free. we
climb trees. we pack
bowls. we old souls.

we roll face. we
stomp bass. we up
late. we love straight.

Twitter, youtube
Facebook, snapchat
the world use to be huge,
now it's tiny & flat.

Lectures are so boring,
What is there to learn?
If knowledge is desired,
Internet is what I yearn.

roll a cone.
write a poem.
kush, skywalker,
big buddha cheese.
all these strains,
one joint with 3?

i can't do what society expects of me,
i rather be growing a money tree.
6am thoughts on paper,
have a feeling ima rap this later.

There's a little incongruency,  
between us & this planet.
It doesn't take a brain to see,
the effects of our greedy habit.

No worries, no qualms.
We'll just pillage & meddle
One day the price to be paid,
will be one
our children can't settle.

I remember looking up.
perplexed by the vast universe,
in the night sky.

Now i look up,
which instagram filter
should i try?

Her voice on that line,
cascading shivers down my spine.
Delicate words about her red dress,
I'm intrigued.
I confess.

Slowing down the hour,
white widow, frosted pieces of ice.
thought provoking power,
that cheese, got us like mice.