Dedicated to my dad.
“Find what you love and let it kill you”
So they admitted me today saying I was in a park
That may sound like not much mischief but I was also stark...
Cos I found what is sacred...
And that's to be free of anything that can't push-you
I don't need luck so keep your horse-shoe...
And stop trying to ride me like a jockey
I'm crying inside but you still plot-for-me...
I've been drunk for weeks
To me that's a slam dunk cos I don't sleep...
I pass out with bliss
And put myself at risk from deaths kiss
Every time I feel that but I must admit I miss...
Money - to a degree
It's funny that without it is when we are truly free
But they disagree and admitted me today cos they think it's what I need.
I see myself as a foe of the masses
The bottle rolls and smashes
Living at full throttle then I watch my life just crash
Not a role model but want cash...
For my wasted talent
Living life real shit and picked up a few of Satan’s habits
Give me my meal ticket from what I jot and maybe a bank balance...
That reads more than zero
I bleed on paper I'm your evil hero
And need razors but I'm peaceful...
For my arms only
Harming myself so I'm never lonely...
We all know that friend pain
I wrote a note with a pen I found down the drain...
Which is why my words are filthy
As I write I'm drinking for Bukowski cos my world is a mystery.
Like my sherry this is short and sweet
And like my Whisky this is more-than neat...
I think then sink
Needing to drink myself into next week.
The booze leaves clues
Not talking about the news
Cos I'm too busy walking in Bukowski’s shoes...
The plane is crashing not landing
Cos they call me insane but I'm happy...
Disk keeps skipping
My lips need kissing
And I really need a pot to piss in...
Fuck you doctors I'm in love with your nurses
But you see me as bonkers with a dead dove in my mercy...
Yeah this guy ain't wired right
I don't get high cos I might die tonight...
The paper is my friend
It's the only way to taste freedom...
Scribble and scratch
I only need a little bit of cash.
There is so much life in death
Which is why I'm tempted to put this knife through my neck...
Because in this place now I'm not living
Call me disgrace but only if you’re not sinning...
Publisher: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG
Publication Date: 07-10-2019
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Dedicated to my dad.