Street Girl

Bon appetit! She can't hear no shit I wonder what her headphones play I doubt it's a love song Because she is pretty lonely, I'd say, I'm lonely too, but I'm okay, She deserves better, But she is indifferent to my say

Line 52

Gonna wait for fifty two Until I'm back and I see you This line is like a little charm of mine Tends to drag me through the town I guess it will be gone When I am not around See you down town, baby, There is no maybe in my book Just look!


There is no magic in the sigh Look at the sun shining up high You don't want to leave  You don't want to die There is no magic in the sigh


Never had a real family Never had a real home I'm my own family And books I write Are my only true home


Even the big bettor Should sometimes get her, Not talking about the youth, They always have nothing to lose, Talking about the older gentlemen, We don't have much going, Besides our pre-existence plan So where the penny must go Some kind of show must come out, you know


My thoughts of you still remain As you indulge in your secret pain I don't know much but I overcame The burst of tears in your sacred name Let's play this mortal game without shame

The Casino Of Life

Imagine having all the money In the world, having all the land, All the women, all the drinks, Now that you have it all What would you do with the rest of your time? The moment comes and you are dying Now what will you do with the little time That you have left? Alexander the great played it out the best, Doctors walking in shame before him as they Couldn't beat death, and his body is carried Away with open hands as he wasn't able to Take any of it with him to the world  Where he has left.


Bearded men laugh While beardless women cry Children fight each other Sisters, brothers die Why the sorrow? Why the pain? Only to God we all complain No master to this land So why do you stretch your greedy hands?


Brandy, whisky, wine, Any drink you want  To make you mine. Mindful, apologetic, kind, Any mood you need To switch off the grind.  Purple, black or white Any color to brighten up your light.


Boobwise she is nice I'm a dick from paradise Future could be brighter  If not for a drinking vice But sunbathing shades Keep us lighter than the urn or the vase In tact I march towards the craze Of forbearing tomorrow