you cant live off sarcasam & puns alone
sometimes you have to drive pizza to peoples homes
spend your days in a perpetual haze
have relationships over the phone...even with your roomates
why not just walk home?
besides the fact that yew aint got one
just a bunch of people who love you
but never the less...they'll house you...so welcome home.
conceptually of the dirt
out the mud
& always hurting
I guess thats why I was made to word 'em
drop LSD into my spine
let the DMT flow through my mind
I think I'll be fine
as long as these pills & liquor dont take my life
y2k bottom feeder blues
a moment of clarity
in the enduced coma
I call a muse.
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