Looking towards the cobwebbed light
Any closer and he may get a fright
Weapon in hand… The brush!
Smokin some of that OG Kush

Lay in wait the spiders did
A fear of these she has since a kid
It’s wings flapping was all you could hear
Even though afraid, for the spiders we would cheer

One after another they would attack
As they fell to the floor, each with a broken back
There was no escape from the entangled death
We stood there in the cold counting his lasts few breaths

Dependence, playing my heart on strings
Wanting, for the answer to almost all things
Babbling, to my evil twin in my mind
At the best of times he is quite unkind......

My eyes, tightened by unbreakable seams
One by one they pass by, my dreams
The grand adventure of independence
Bad habits putting me on edge and tense

Next week, the week after that, I say
Come on ta **** will ya!
Ok Ok, drugs are bad, M’kay

My thought process is like a lost dime
As I sit here trying to rhyme
Bored and uninterested
All this time and more I have invested

Pretending gets old quick
I am developing a nervous tick
Looking at a screen and seeing white
Why ohh why am I doing this *****

Slowly figuring things out, my masterpiece
Making the right decisions my joy can only increase
Right…..?

There are two spoilt children
Both boasting and showing there “might”
Each as childish as the other
Ants watch out! Here comes the magnifying glass!
No wait, that’s a cherry bomb
Look… the other kid is chewing on his rocket pop

One is a self-entitled god that does not take *****
The other is a self-entitled ****
I hate immigrants the fatter one says
Ohh look a pretty immigrant woman,
I think I will marry her
I am a “god” with a fools haircut
With a penchant for assassination

Both lobbing stones across the river
Flexing their jelly rolled flab
Each staring into the others eyes
Silently dreaming, ever sleepless
On each bank a heart drawn in the sand
Crazy loves crazy is what they say