Love & Life
September 22,
November 22,
2008 and 2009,
love of my lives ,
at least they was or use to,
i use to care and ventilation on air,
now i don't give a freak a leak,
I lean not stand tall,
what if i really fall, will you
catch the ball, and not gall,
the ball is strolling,
at least not all,
i sober and ponder,
ive been to jail,
now i don't give a hell,
stop smoking weed and,
give up all needs, catch some trees;
And blow the breeze,
i can't start to freeze;
can't you aliens see,
i can't believe me;
im blind and can't see,
wheres the ret of the,
i fall back under a shoulder called my sis.
poem by Michael Budwah
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