Ripto's Rage

[Mr. J]

Magenta murals that curl up the wall to the mezzanine
scotch sitting next to me, spilling, only to reflect a dream
passionate ploys developed out of habit, tomorrows youth
I sing my sorrows through the gap in the bottled tube.
confronted by awful truths & all Ive ever thought of you.
mcdonalds drive thru, ask for another escape & value.
Im hanging off my bar stool hoping to taste the cashews
it doesnt add up but I deal with it while awaiting obesity
life was once neat to me, now I can no longer coast easily
cloaked in black on black like watching ebony porn
pull another cigar out the humidor, close the ebony doors.
my pen creates sunsets that fall under the evening sky
folk music echoes through the valley, its the season right?
I can no longer believe the lie nor support the faults.
the flow begins to trail on as I started coasting off...