Poem -

Sucka Free

I'm not sure what it all means
it all seems
Like I'm caught in life's high beams
if I'm always awake am I wasting my dreams
Don't care if I do
they never come true
Too many enemies squeeze into my dreamsĀ 
Dropped acid under my eyelid
it's a good day to die kid
To the opposition wanting recognition
suck a dick or two
all you cunts
fuck you too
That's pretty cut and dry
if youe still confused on where you lie
why you lie
It must be compulsive
Hey beautiful has anybody ever told you that you're absolutely repulsive impulse control issues end up implicating me in criminal activity
I don't recall it all
what matters I remember vividly
hot tempers flare up
like solar flares?
Just stare up
Releasing pent up emotions can effect oceanic waves and perpetual motion
Pawned all my possessions
Justified transgressions
Felt I had one right left
Wrong again
Bored screaming check mate in the face of pawns
Disgracing the gods
Feels like fuck family
Why are we at odds with our mom's
Totally entitled to your own opinion
I got somewhere you can stick em if you bring em
Hide your children or run
I'm hungry and they look
yum
Full of calcium
Calloused thumbs
Mix liquor with conundrums
Surrounded by dum dums
Hitting the bong like fuck my lungs
De ja vuĀ 
Shits become reruns of rerunsĀ 
No refunds for any reason

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