Declaration
I get up,
I get down, it goes round and around
Euphoria,
depression it’s like a drugged out sound
Reach for
the gin, the weed all taken on the chin
My head
in a bind is it night or sparrow time?
Is art a
pleasure or a means of torture?
Relax and
do nothing is a joke of stature
It’s
taken seriously just look at the deck chairs
How do
they all lie there like lions in the lair?
Oh aching
head declaring a price is paid
That’s
funny; a price is usually agreed before getting laid
Bad girls
make tough women
Uncompromising
is a trait that complicates a date
With all
this I end up wrecked in a questionable state
Like in a
dream surrounded by the suburban stream
I never
planned at twenty-five, it still gives me migraine of earthquake size
So I am
that I am, still entangled like a new born lamb
No comments:
Post a Comment