Keep Spinning , by coby
|
Living in a pukes existence
With your nose to the grindstone
Not really getting any where
Nothing man with his no where plans
Its insanity it heredity
Work like dogs for what
Enjoying life is against the rules
Always working for the bigger high
Chasing happiness
Not really getting any where
Jealous of every one who's not sucked in
But your happy still
With your some where attitude
And your self deluded sanity
Its madness
Not really getting any where
With a mind so closed to reality
Susceptible to lies and never knowing truth
That life is a spinning wheel
Not really getting any where living in a pukes existence
|
Posted: 2010-01-16 18:32:35 UTC |
This poem has no votes yet. | To vote, you must be logged in.
|
To leave comments, you must be logged in.