I can see only a few things with my eyes, because I am blinded
by the cloud of smoke that rises to the skies, from the impulsive
thoughts that come from the young minds of today giving the greatest
creations since playing with sand & clay.
Right minded I stand up, living up to the fullest and filling my
cup with the finest shit, dripping from the fossett of spit from the
mouth of a executive who has forgotten his children and life
to get the paper with green ink, that always tells lies.
But, we all tell lies but does that make it ok? Like every man
should have his own cup of tea with his cake? Can woman be more
immaculate to the misconception left behind from the generation
of woman, at there prime?
These questions are questions of which to be fit from the life
lines of which are given with each subject in a sentence and
a life minded look, which gives hate with each spoon full.
DAMN it got shook, like that soda dropped out of my hand
while walking a bumpy idea that is given through the mouth
of a lier who is good minded, but tired.
Maybe I am the one going insane, but you can't ask those
questions without being a Psychopath because my mind is so
hidden, and clueless, one stare or thought of it would leave
you dead inside, your soul melting down the water well of hell.
These things drip like the morning dew of death.
My mind is Repulsively fit.
