if i got all the abortions i wanted
would you still **** my
haunted *****?
baby gettin a nonsense foodstamp speed bump sticker
off a key bump off
do i need **** to write poems?
coming forward up with something
and figuring out you kicking,
kicking the kickers
and a bunch of rhetorical qeustion?
stalactite cellulite bring back britney she aint deadff
*******

My ears are turned red
My body is filled with liquid
My relity is dizzed
My passed is passed
My life is now

I must move on
I can not look back, for it is killing me
I want it to be the passed
I need it to be the passed
I need to move on
I am filled with liquid

It makes me dizzed
It makes me feel wierd
It makes me react slowly
It makes me more wierd then I already am
It makes me qeustion

Do I want more
Do I need to stop
Do I need to drink more
Do I need less
Do I want to drink less

I know it is bad
But it makes me care less
It makes me forget
It makes me move on