Four days into the book tour I came to realize I was on the wrong
one but that Harry Potter tour  is a wild bunch  and i was living the rock n roll lifestyle  but little boys who ride on broomsticks and  resembled Elton John  really wasnt my crowd.

The univesty of South Carolina had many things to offer including just
turning of age  young ladies  who wanted to get wasted and drop there standards amoungst other things.

But who did they want really?
Gonzo  or the mildley attractive  man Gonzo was trapped in?
Who gives a **** man  its like  finding a ounce of  of ****
in your mothers  freezer hey just say no to drugs kids.

The Gonzo had been booked hungover  and  in a semi coma
i felt like the elephant man  the handsome *******.
chics dig the trunk.
Why cant they love you for your mind?

But much like my virginty.
I had lost that at eight  when grandpa Gonzo took me to a brothel.
Ahh what tender moments.
Yes grandpa almost had tears in his eyes
Son I can remember when i met your grandmother
in this very same place   i should say hello to her.

So like a oversexed teenager  I continued my
my madness like a idot trying to run a marathon with his
pants around his ankles.

The room seemed  hostle but i brought protection allthough these
condoms  really didnt seem to be for that purpose.
But God knows where that microphone had been.

They set ready with there pens and  other writing devices
with there big words  and tight sweeters.
But i was armed with a wild turkey buzz and a asortment skittels
better known as pills.

It was a blur of  bizzar questions  spoken in a strange language
I had way to much nyquill  and ***** punch  the night befor.
But Gonzo  was needed  and what more do kids in a frat need more than a keg party and some hot oil  wrestling.

This place was like disneyland on crack.
With its nonstop party enviroment  and bar games
Class what does learning have to do with being in college ?
these young people had tripped and taken to many drugs.

So i bid my new brothers farewell yes I will
think of you one day when  I have a memory.
And so are strange trip  was off once again.

Hey any more of that punch left?
We had acquired dwarf somwhere along the way
he was plesant and  sang Milley Cyruss songs  
while dressed up like Brittney Spears.

Dellusion is a sad thing indeed.
I didnt have the heart to tell him  he was outta key.
Although maybe it was just a side effect from the punch.
Anyways untill we meet again.

Stay crazy Gonzo

the time is ticking
the hands, spinning
my feet, sticking
hoping for the trinity
I find myself stuck
between divinity
the gray area
seems like infinty
My regrets stick with me
shakin um seems tricky
money, cars, clothes, hoes
thats all my n**s know
not me though
no
follow me, past the vanity
the regrets seem to vanish
as if we planned it
what I life without wants
a life full of plesant haunts
sugar plum dreams
filled with chocolate streams
and everything that was
is not what it seems
then you see your queen
on a hill above the rest
you seem a little blessed
so try something new
anything new
sometimes thats
all we can do

Thursday night is chicken night ,
when all is dark ,
you’re telephone rings at nine .
It rings and rings and rings .
You’re thoughts are kind ,
a helpful heart

For kindness is what it feeds on .
and spits you out like chicken bones ,
untill it’s feathers and blood are all you can see ,
how plesant the poultry!

It stalks the streets as daylight retreats ,
and neon lights are all aglow .

You’re phone rings again ,
then again ,
You pick it up,
You ask who’s there ?
It’s the chicken run that’s all .

You await a knock on you’re door ,
as you lie in you’re bed ,
In silence the clock strikes thee ,
then four .
For you’re heart thumps hard ,
you’re chest explodes ,
You’re blankets stinks in sweat .
For there is a knock on you’re door ,
You’re dreaming once more ,
You can’t tell night from day .


It’s Thursday night ,
It’s chicken night ,
don’t answer you’re phone,
don’t answer the door ,
It’s the chicken run once more.

Blame is a funny thing it seems,
when the reality of your nightmares takes the place of plesant dreams.

You pray, and will yourself towards outcomes lined in silver,
cut deep, fire again, as you pull another arrow from your quiver.

A light at night that feeds as darkness flees,
desire consumed by placing doubt at the feet of make-believe.

You there, holding a smile hostage behind years of troubled abuse,
make peace, a tempting trait, finding a way to  hinder happiness’ truce.

One foot in front of the other, stubbed toes that follow a cemented path,
tears well up, washing smudges from the windows of your soul, you’ll laugh.

An advocate for all things ‘animal’, the scapegoat least of all.
Tying the knot, shoestring situation - wait for me, your beck and call.

deleting inconsistencies, stick around for a little while and you’ll see,
Self-love, outward hate, a slipstream race towards all I’ll ever be.

There’s a tactical, cumbersome advantage to living life so free,
the ability to live and love who we want, until that person decides to disagree.

Place an ear to my chest, and hear the rhythm of lies with each heartbeat,
In this day and age of open hate, no regard to civility, no reason to be discreet.

Advice to die by, said like this: love one another, and like yourself,
we only have so long on this earth before we’re taken off the shelf.