all i ever wanted was the world to be my friend
and be a ghost and love the living
until they were all dead
so open the plastic bottle, liquor, vodka,
drive your car to california
i'm getting bored with rainy days

and somewhere sleeping in the park tonight
is one more writer
from 100 words a minute, back down to hundred proof
and next to him are all his journals
none of them in order
he'll burn them all, the past is no more use

my life is government approved and taxed
so just relax
the money's just so many faces i will never know
so when i hand the death dealer my dollar
i'm sure he understands
my memory of him is first to go

and somewhere in the dirt i'm sure that there are spiders
eating up the autumn remnants
she calls her parents and i'm embarassed
as i drink the last of the cider
October is over and i'm just getting older
so i'll mail in my debts and better yet
just maybe be a writer

and somewhere sleeping in the park
there's just another drunk
turned shy to goth then thug to punk
still sitting in the dark
and somewhere sleeping in the park's another author
and she's somebody's everything
and even someone's daughter
we just broke each of our best pens tonight

"i like that"

ok, i like the way this one moves along.
yet, it has a relaxed feeling. sort of matter of fact, (i like that.)

well done...

very timely...very pp...bare..honest..human.

pretty niffty catchy and yet swell. but sad in a sense. nice write

Make a cool song..Love this PP..

Enjoyed this

i liked this one too. :)

I'm happy to see you sharing your writing here again.

like it....times three