Ever since I started counting, at the age of 17,
I've seen 203 slug bugs in the shade of puke green.
I'm tired of puking... My Brain is fried...
I bought myself a Chea Pet... The Mother f*cker died.

I want to cry all my tears away, Stop begging to the blind.
Walk around in Paradise, Unafraid to speak my mind.
You want to see a tortured soul? I've got one right here for sell...
Tell you what, I'll even buy yours, Send your ass straight down to hell.

I'm tired of living like Barbie, made of plastic, tempting genocide,
I'm tired of being beaten, help me find a place to hide.
I'm tired of sitting on the corner, too tired to stand anymore.
See the world going to pot... best seat, curb side whore.

So when your mothers calling you, from the darkness to the light,
Don't think of me in the alley, cause I might scream out in fright.
Too many lights, to many hugs... Too many smiles your kind gives,
I'm the habitual offender, F* your love, it's the money,
Hand it over and maybe she lives.

My parents didn't make me, I took my own damn road.
My teachers didn't teach me, want another toilet load?
I'm living life, taking chances, Payin the price, plus tax.
And when I finally take the dive, You better know I made some tracks.

With Equescent thoughts...
FroznChild

so you hate the world, its all so redundent right, no matter if your the black sheep, your still the mold, helpless I'm afraid, that is until you just stop caring and realize you don't have to be a mold, but you have to be a plague.

be the plague stop caring, raise a generation of robots, it will turn out the same, cry baby mutherphuckers wiping thier ass and blowing thier nose.

good read, got some hatred out

Don't listen, I understand what your saying. Some don't want to see whats happening

whats happening is the men in the world lost thier balls in the 90's when the sensitive guy was cool and never took them back, why be a dove when you can breath fire as a dragon.

The dragon doesn't put up with the sh*t going on with this country, pick up a gun and join the revolutionary army. We can use some with balls left, expressing ones feelings is not weak:

Hey buddy, I have balls!! Love the hate, FC, drives me!


~D

it's time men, started being men, not these brad pitt save the world phuckers, but I'm talking true grit iron workers. who work hard, tough as nails and dare somebody to whine.

Life is hard, but when your steel like you fellas know, you become just as hard.

Rock on...
Standing Tall, Proud, And Free... (yes, with balls)
For the Right to Write
POETRY!!!

Poetry... the real fight against phamplet campaigns..

Like carpenters? Loggers? Soilders?

Thank you for the flower Teddy.