No more melancholy drama laden shit. Find another avenue to evoke your words of wit
Birds drinking sugar water, mouthwash on the sink...these mundane tales of nothingness
Bring me closer to the brink.
Take all your fucking beer cans and shitpiles in the yard...put them in the nearest black hole...they all hold no regard.
I’m master of this domain. So cut me a little slack: just feed the dogs and cats and fish
Don’t stab them in the back.
Open up the curtains, spray some freshener in the air. It’s ten o’clock in the morning
Brush your teeth and comb your hair.
Go get a leash and walk the dog...come back in half an hour
Then smoke a bowl, throw back a shot
And dream of Flower Power
One little item...please fulfill this last request: Dispose the bullshit nursery rhymes…
They’re childish poems at best.
Listen to some music...maybe a little Joni…
Now yer talkin’ homie
JD on the rocks, oysters on the shell
Grill aburnin’ ...dogs abarkin’
Pipe asmokin’...dogs asleepin’
Drinken tokin’ holy rollin’
Now the day is officially goin’
Why don't you write more often ? alright let me light up a bowl for my homie now
Nursery rhymes can be creepy as fuck too !
Eh man too bad we can’t get your ass-sets on a set of cranks.
With two peddles on the end of em, spinnin em today.
Party time comin'soon !