life has been full of downers
so many pot holes in my road
i think writing makes me a clown or
concieted freakin choad
i see life through my lens
not the greatest of pictures
must remember my future all depends
it is not set in scripture
to live more and be gleeful
cause lately ive been foolish
emotions pour out my face like a seep hole
then i remember why i do this
you write everyday
its more than a hobbie
while others fuck, and date
in internet lobbies
i write out my life
say fuck it to the rest
cut this bud up smoke it...nice....
as this poem, comes off my chest