My collage is wrong, send my regards to the worse
talk to God from a hearse, I hit an awkward curve...
slipped on the brink of emptiness & died
leave my heart with any sentient pride...
the world is on a mobile swiped by a cats paw
liars that are still living the life of a have not.
the color fades from the room & goes down the drain.
bridges for those who cross all go down in flames
dehydrated by tomorrows waking light.
stomach has the BGs its hard to stay alllllive
too much randomness to squeeze each thought in
too right just like the hand you beat off with...
pause...with birds in the V ready to migrate
jump off from tinder & few fresh off of myspace.
odd ideas that needed to be beaten in...
enough to upset Allen Poe & Stephen King.
the freeloader I dont know where else to go on that...
luckily your ghostwriter can fit in this proton pack
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.....laugh....and the world laughs with you
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