One word
Thoughts spread out like waffles
Batter up
Swing and a miss
I take a hit
Smoke it straight
To the core
Direct
TV
Aint what it use to be
As if I could change it
Rearrange
My sentence
To make complete sense
Sent
Unmistakable
As a quarter
Is to
Twenty five cents
Bank on it
Save it
And then spend it on
Things that
Become worthless
Cause you cant take them with you
After you have been
Severed
From the coil
Served up as cold
Another body
Decomposing
Under about six hundred pounds of dirt
Six million ways to die
Six degrees of separation
From the killer
Of your imagination
Defined as
Insane
To escape
Prison
A time
Awaiting
Death row
Inmates
Don’t care about
Crimes committed
While being locked up
Taken away from reality
Told they no longer matter
To society
Such a horrible things to say
To shock and awe
In horror
A person
Not being given a chance
To defend
The outcome
Of twelve strangers
That don’t think like him
Again
Misunderstood
Misinterpreted
Misrepresented
All just another way to say
Its not my fault
And yet
It still might not be
Whos to say
Just what is and is not accountable
Life has a funny way of deciding
What stays and what goes
So
Who knows
Whats in store for you
Better buy you insurance soon
Before time runs out
Away with another lover
And then
Youll be back again
Suing
Over
Alimony
Just how much
Are you worth
When its all said and done
Enough
Cant take it anymore
So you threaten to take life
Hang it by its neck
And wring it out
Squeeze what life is left
Out of the holes
That are so conveniently found
Just another store front
Selling what is inconsequential
To life in general
But is most coveted
By those with money
The liquor
The basic part of a complete breakfast
Lunch
And dinner
And yet
You expect
To wake up
And have no adverse effects
To the life
You decide to drown away
In the depressed state of things
United
By the common group
Triple A
The start of something
Major league
As if
In a movie
With charlie sheen
Give it up
Only pimps are looking for him
And your not a whore
Are you…
Maybe you are
And I should fuck you
Take out my dick and pump you
For info
Divulge to me your secrets
And tell my lies
To keep me surprised
As to who your really are
Under it all
A slut for attention
I cant stand your affection
Its dragging me down
Cause your full of shit
And don’t keep me in suspension
Lets cut through
All the speculation
And just call you
What you are
A
Figment
Of
My

IMAGINATION