Created: August 6, 2014 | Updated: August 6, 2014
Genre : General
Language : English
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He sits with his feet up
Toes aching and swollen in his ragged shoes
Swirling hair around his finger – its getting itchy again
He thinks I feel like cutting it all off but I won’t give them the satisfaction
The music doesn’t do anything
He can only listen to one artist its dependence annoys him
He thinks, thinks about what, thinks about girls – some real, some imaginary
But they all make him sick
They make him hot and hard but after they all make him sick and they’re tiresome always hard work
Some dead guy told him he couldn’t be writer
He’s all sensitive so he’s sad and says why?
Because writing is 9o% talent 10% hard work
He needs a fix but where is he going to find one or the money
His throat burns he keeps swallowing bland and fiery spit
He needs a drink but where’s he going to find one or the money
All he has is prayers that don’t amount to anything
God must not have his hearing aid on, he thinks
Shit is that blasphemous he doesn’t care anymore but says sorry anyway
He has a whole notebook full of his words and thinks
“One day I’ll leave this place with my notebook and I won’t need any toilet paper”