Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Give me the Pills

Standstill shadows
Offbeat mirages
Locked up doors
Iron plated cages

Restless sleep
Unaccelerated drive
Wounds slit deep
Fingers less than five

Trusted Lies
Halted time
Malice rise
Organized crime

Plastic guns
Cant handle stress
Homeless bums
Light the gas

A baby's head
Oil for free
Father's dead
murder in first degree

Skinless feet
A cheating wife
Face the heat
A cosmetic life

A scandal today
Hall of Fame
A six dollar pay
Its all the same

We got the bombs
Sex with three
Give me the pills
I am not free


Wake from this daze
Where the horizon meets the sky
Sleep with this laze
Carried on from last night's high

3 comments:

Sahar said...

A cheap white wine called 'Bambino'

Anonymous said...

I liked this. It was good.

Happy now? Biyatch.

- PM

Sahar said...

...that is what it reminded me of

...and don't be so formal, thank you and all, how firang is that!

...I'm glad you stuck around yahan wahan clicking on my link; I thought I was forgotten