Wibbly wobbly walking,
At a peachy pace,
There’s nothing more fun,
Then staring in to the face,
Of a wibbly wobby stranger,
Who can’t help but cackle,
sitting around a flame with no heat,
the stranger makes you crackle.
We’ve taken two,
But should probably have more.
Down another two,
And follow that with a fresh four.
Walking around, never feeling this place,
As though we’ve never been here before,
It feels fucked up,
Like we belong but can’t be sure.
Curious, learning, searching,
For a ray of truth,
A line of hope
To pull you out of the booth.
Pipe to mouth,
Heart to floor,
Belonged in the A team,
All the potential and he’s running out the door.
You’ve done it again,
And the lonley thrill of adrenalin burns,
looking for a place to call home,
But darkness hides behind all of the turns,
You have found.
That’s life
All this potential,
A brain of gold,
My favortie son,
A boy so bold.
Away with the fairies,
Yet also so awake,
To the real world,
And stronger than an earth quake.
Smiles of joy,
A trip in himself,
A good cunt amoung the birds,
A super slooth, super stealth,
Ninja in tenis shoes.
Minds are melting,
As hearts are beating,
Souls are flying,
As a black man’s killing.
He’s on the road,
Laughing at himself,
All the blood on his hands,
Pulls a book off the shelf.
He stands holding the bible,
Between his hands,
And prays to a god,
for whom, he has no plans.
The police sirens roar,
Away in the distance,
The big bad city,
Where he lives his meek existance.
Nothing more than anything,
Anything’s better than nothing,
For a man who has no hopes,
And again he’d nodding,
Off into his own little world,
Down the pipe again,
up in smoke,
anything to get away from real world pain.
Just smoke it,
Don’t stop to think,
Reality will be gone,
Faster than you can blink.
Let the wave come in,
And swallow you whole,
The colours brighter,
Than the brightest rainbow.
The flower floating right above your ear,
A reminder of where you came from
The long skirt around your hip,
And beads around your neck hanging so long,
Count your days in the sun
A time when life was not obscured by clouds.
Where all was great,
And you weren’t easily scared of clowns.
