Over 16,529,805 people are on fubar.
What are you waiting for?
Orange soda.
Guitar is sliding. Room is spinning.
Tastes like peanuts and stale beer.
I miss the third hand smoke.
And the flint burns on my fingers.
Didn't realize you could get a hangover from NyQuil and hot sauce.
But there it is.
Unable to stand.
The cyclone caught.
So did the floor.
Counting sheep and bottle caps.
Wishing every day that I woke up as someone else.
Someone with their shit together.
Someone that wore a suit and had money to burn
on all that stupid shit.
Flat screen TV's.
Save the pandas.
Alimony.
You wouldn't understand.
I'm just a rant on the bathroom wall.
Plenty of slurs and jagged cuts.
That's all I amount to.
If you want any proof
I've got 80.
Goes real pretty on the hood of a car.
Better than any broken glass or blood spray rorschach.
No hidden code or allusions there.
Just the senselessness.
The bare, naked violence of every day tragedy.
Senseless.
Moreso then any digital orgy of gas explosions and headshots.
Truth. Stranger and more graphic than fiction.
And my last $2.10 on a two liter of Orange Soda.
I remember when this shit was sixty cents.
Hell. I'm sure it still is.
If I had a million dollars.
I'd give it all to something I don't believe in.
Save the rest for a single bullet.
One slug.
One truth.
One love.
Question is
is it for you or me?
