Every night as you eat a meal,
I solemnly sign a devils deal.
The agreement simply reads as such,
It's suicide I'll have for lunch.
And breakfast, dinner, every day.
All sustenance I've signed away.
I only hope the pain will dull,
the consequence, I shall not mull.
For the lessening of life long strife,
I'll trade the threat of ended life.
I know my sorrow will slowly pale,
for every breath of death, inhaled.
And if it's bourbon I choose for dinner,
I'm told that peace can find this sinner

I know the pain you feel is deep,
your want from life is simple peace.
And though I cannot guarantee,
please listen closely, as I speak.

Presently you stroll alone,
searching for a hand to hold.
You feel your sorrow in your bones,
in harshest sun, you still feel cold.

Pre - dawn, however, is darkest night
that must be followed by morning light.
I pray you won't give up the fight,
the universe will set things right.

I know at times, it seems unclear
that happiness is always near.
But wholly I believe my dear,
someday soon, you'll find some cheer.

I have never allowed myself to abide
by the unfortunate misgivings of
censors and their hollow minds.
I love to abusively use the word ****,
and every time I see you with your kids,
I light one up.
Blow smoke in their ****** faces,
then I'll tell your innocent little *******
about the last time I was completely wasted.
See I'm morally opposed to all forms of censorship.
That's why I drive drunk, three stogs in my mouth
and I answer honest when your wee kiddies question it.
"Sir, what's the white powder you have upon your face?"
"That? Oh no worries my little brother
that's just a bit of *******."
At some point, I think I lost societal membership
all due to my personal policy.
Simply, **** censorship.

I can't write tonight,
but I'll force a couple lines
and hope to see revealed
all the answers I'd like to find.
I can't fight tonight,
so I'll sit here and smoke.
If I can't forget my sorrows
perhaps I can make 'em choke.
Just full of strife tonight
and all alone I wallow.
So I'll just grab another,
I'm seeking company in bottles.
I can't write tonight...

A Starbucks without wifi is like a tavern without a jukebox, all fluid no flow.

"I am all pieces that don't fit
But with you
I don't realize it."*

That's all I have ever wanted to be able to say