"cannyon" poems
***** pills and that naughty no no known as drugs
hell if you do anything your addict ever see the sobber ******
down at the local mall?
Kids screaming wife bitching you catch the eyes of the so called
happy bastard who looks like one more scream laced cry
is gonna make him flip and create some drama for the evening news .
Yeah happiness sure smells like misery to me.
Id rather drink and **** till I fall out dead than
live the dream that looks more like a nightmare.
Taking pills not to strangle some misreble ***** to death.
Meanwhile she's greezing your brakes trying to to talk ya in to going to see the grand cannyon.
Ever been there?
Yeah a big *** ditch with a bunch of annoying picture taking ******
yeah i'll snap a pic of ya okay step back ,back okay like a few more steps well ya fell of the ledge ya silly ********
Guess it's cool to keep the camera.
Ive been to scores seems the sights were more dam grand and
the drinks a hell of alot better.
Ever wake up to the dam TV blaring some early morning
horse ****
Some dam annoying tiny voiced ******* talkin to the kids.
Look they got the net they get knocked up and make a show about it
something tells me you can cut the ******* act.
16 and pregnant wow what genius more like when
horney bastards attack hey heres a brainstorm
birth control not that some over emotional half wit
doesnt need a kid hell cant wait to see thoose offsprings
hey mom wanna go on a double date to the prom?
Happiness it cost to dam much and love will give ya
heart burn.
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 4:54 PM UTC