tragedy1017
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jul 22, 2009
- Messages
- 28
Answers
Where do I find meaning?
Sucking on these demons yet another evening.
Breathing in the sweetening greeting.
Intervening and pleasing this greasy diseased thing.
Troubled life, cheating wife,
trife parents stabbing a rusty knife
into vital sites twice while they hit the pipes?
Not really, price after price my nights have been pretty nice.
My parents never told fibs about the drugs they did.
Smoking twigs, popping lids, purple microdibs,
but it all stopped when they had kids.
So, why can't I get rid of the robo-bids,
or get hid away from baby Addy's crib, then?
Why did I start to feel this lack of thrill?
An empty field that only green, red, pink
and yellow pills can fill? Take my last bill
down to the dope mill. Buy a lil' meal,
hoping to kill the still wind, coping until a real friend
will mend these trill sins. Sleeping tightly cuz finally
the drill ends. 'Til then, I grill hens.
A dirty fox sends chopped oxens down south,
a frowned mouth mocks grins.
Tooth rots again, phone booth locks in trends
and false truth rocks a win. Bird feather flocks my kin,
denial destroying the docks begins.
Cliche's play the part.
Chit-chat advice, lower price Wal-Mart
works like go-carts bulldozing
and world war Nazis
shooting Yatzee with blow darts.
All you bastards claim to have the answers
until the lantern light transfers
and you're living in a camper, shitting in a hamper.
Bent spoon tap dancers praying for cancer
so they can scamper to the duck-doc diapers pamper,
scrabbler pen-pad water-mark ink proof tamper,
prescription scrambler, DEA number handlers,
push down to open, child-resistant cap gamblers.
Self-righteous banter puts a damper on the
problem solving trance ranter, sweat rattler,
heavily heaving butt-fuck panter.
Welcome to the preambler, pill-popping little rascler,
speed-balling suicide battler, WWE Eddie Guerrero wrassler,
rubber baby buggy bumpers loving your ways Peter Frampter.
Guerrilla freedom grapplers, your grease spatters
as you use the straw powder masher.
Snort-snort passer becoming a belligerent peace smasher.
Sugar plum child dreams shatter,
and a crying cat is dieing over spilled milk splatter.
As needed, every four hours you bow to the powers
of opiate and amphetamine platters.
Back alley dick sucking police scatter, generic Percocet five-twelve pitter-patter,
imitators please don't stop the sincerest flatters.
Street game trappers got swollen pockets fatter,
and they are now your selfish pride tramplers.
Family matters never more, choose the latter, Steve Urkel cheese stabbers
didn't make you climb this ladder. Your idiotic mind batter pushed you to dabble
in the world of in-bred meth crackers, angel dust tortilla tacklers,
snow men blow snitch tattlers,
and zombie ghetto dragon chasing 'ron river rowboat paddlers.
The ten six Mad Hatter hammers your last coffin claspers
as you start to clammer for the Final Breath Grasper
not to sail to Saturn faster
than you fell from your high horse Hawaiian pineapple express laughter.
No more pedestal stackers, just a Y incision stich attacher,
fermaldihide blood drain artery sapper, eulogy bio-life story babbler,
momma, Kleenex, make-up tear blotch tissue clamper, and a back-hoe dirt grabber to fill up your death bed eternal napper.
Do you still have all the answers?
Where do I find meaning?
Sucking on these demons yet another evening.
Breathing in the sweetening greeting.
Intervening and pleasing this greasy diseased thing.
Troubled life, cheating wife,
trife parents stabbing a rusty knife
into vital sites twice while they hit the pipes?
Not really, price after price my nights have been pretty nice.
My parents never told fibs about the drugs they did.
Smoking twigs, popping lids, purple microdibs,
but it all stopped when they had kids.
So, why can't I get rid of the robo-bids,
or get hid away from baby Addy's crib, then?
Why did I start to feel this lack of thrill?
An empty field that only green, red, pink
and yellow pills can fill? Take my last bill
down to the dope mill. Buy a lil' meal,
hoping to kill the still wind, coping until a real friend
will mend these trill sins. Sleeping tightly cuz finally
the drill ends. 'Til then, I grill hens.
A dirty fox sends chopped oxens down south,
a frowned mouth mocks grins.
Tooth rots again, phone booth locks in trends
and false truth rocks a win. Bird feather flocks my kin,
denial destroying the docks begins.
Cliche's play the part.
Chit-chat advice, lower price Wal-Mart
works like go-carts bulldozing
and world war Nazis
shooting Yatzee with blow darts.
All you bastards claim to have the answers
until the lantern light transfers
and you're living in a camper, shitting in a hamper.
Bent spoon tap dancers praying for cancer
so they can scamper to the duck-doc diapers pamper,
scrabbler pen-pad water-mark ink proof tamper,
prescription scrambler, DEA number handlers,
push down to open, child-resistant cap gamblers.
Self-righteous banter puts a damper on the
problem solving trance ranter, sweat rattler,
heavily heaving butt-fuck panter.
Welcome to the preambler, pill-popping little rascler,
speed-balling suicide battler, WWE Eddie Guerrero wrassler,
rubber baby buggy bumpers loving your ways Peter Frampter.
Guerrilla freedom grapplers, your grease spatters
as you use the straw powder masher.
Snort-snort passer becoming a belligerent peace smasher.
Sugar plum child dreams shatter,
and a crying cat is dieing over spilled milk splatter.
As needed, every four hours you bow to the powers
of opiate and amphetamine platters.
Back alley dick sucking police scatter, generic Percocet five-twelve pitter-patter,
imitators please don't stop the sincerest flatters.
Street game trappers got swollen pockets fatter,
and they are now your selfish pride tramplers.
Family matters never more, choose the latter, Steve Urkel cheese stabbers
didn't make you climb this ladder. Your idiotic mind batter pushed you to dabble
in the world of in-bred meth crackers, angel dust tortilla tacklers,
snow men blow snitch tattlers,
and zombie ghetto dragon chasing 'ron river rowboat paddlers.
The ten six Mad Hatter hammers your last coffin claspers
as you start to clammer for the Final Breath Grasper
not to sail to Saturn faster
than you fell from your high horse Hawaiian pineapple express laughter.
No more pedestal stackers, just a Y incision stich attacher,
fermaldihide blood drain artery sapper, eulogy bio-life story babbler,
momma, Kleenex, make-up tear blotch tissue clamper, and a back-hoe dirt grabber to fill up your death bed eternal napper.
Do you still have all the answers?
