Sittin here drunk
She's snoring
Even the owls
Are complaining
Their combined "Who, who"
resonates with every snort
Her grumble flowing
In audible syncopation
I can't remember
Why she is here
But then when the elf
Sittin here drunk
She's snoring
Even the owls
Are complaining
Their combined "Who, who"
resonates with every snort
Her grumble flowing
In audible syncopation
I can't remember
Why she is here
But then when the elf
Santa likes to party
Yeho and such
Smoke the ganja
With enthusiasm
Fly while dodging lit
Then devouring cookies
How do you think
He eats them all
No one likes 10,000 cookies
Santa likes to party
Yeho and such
Smoke the ganja
With enthusiasm
Fly while dodging lit
Then devouring cookies
How do you think
He eats them all
No one likes 10,000 cookies
It's mid-afternoon
The grit has worked its way
From the bottom
Of my shorts
To just under my balls
Irritating more than incapacitating
The midday sun
Dangles its heat
Across my body
In complex waves
Fighting to stop my breathing
Or swell my brain
It's mid-afternoon
The grit has worked its way
From the bottom
Of my shorts
To just under my balls
Irritating more than incapacitating
The midday sun
Dangles its heat
Across my body
In complex waves
Fighting to stop my breathing
Or swell my brain
I am going to wax...poetic
Give credence to my grief
Paint impossibly clear
The pain I feel every day
The loss of years
Of joy stolen
Not by time, circumstance
But by me
By things traded for other choices
plans made by thinking three moves ahead
I am going to wax...poetic
Give credence to my grief
Paint impossibly clear
The pain I feel every day
The loss of years
Of joy stolen
Not by time, circumstance
But by me
By things traded for other choices
plans made by thinking three moves ahead
God Damn those
Who would hold me down
Drive their spikes
Of reality through
My mind
Define me without thought
Of who I REALLY AM
God Damn those
Who decide our fates
Drawn up the seams
Hemming us into their
Thought
Never seeing, tasting
The world we see
God Damn those
Who would hold me down
Drive their spikes
Of reality through
My mind
Define me without thought
Of who I REALLY AM
God Damn those
Who decide our fates
Drawn up the seams
Hemming us into their
Thought
Never seeing, tasting
The world we see
Some days
I can still smell
The scent of youth
The smell of hope
The naive belief
Of fairness
Of effort being kind
Not ignored
Left swaying in a wave
Of uncaring discard
I hear the words
Some days
I can still smell
The scent of youth
The smell of hope
The naive belief
Of fairness
Of effort being kind
Not ignored
Left swaying in a wave
Of uncaring discard
I hear the words