Old Poems

two old poems about the happy things in life..

Cure The Boredom

No riot sounds in quiet towns
No thieves, no noise, just trees and toys
The excitement’s up to us

The endless hunts for friends and blunts
The hol, the mall, it’s really all
We’ve got to entertain

There’s no gain to go sane, try cocaine
It won’t bite, just don’t fight, it’s snow white
Just a little stronger

Stronger than weed, not longer than speed
But the sight of the height makes it right and it’s white
Like most of us pretend we aren’t

Fast cars get rid of boredom, but we can’t afford ‘em
Only kids with rich daddies get caddies, but fatties...
Leave the rolling up to us

We go with the flow, we know and we grow
We do not conform to the storm of the norm
Exhaustion, we’re too cool to sleep

The music defines us, the rubric designs us
Try to sleep quicker, and seep thicker, with cheap liquor
Anything to cure the boredom


This Is Real

Lying, crying, and dying
Definitions we’re defying

Fading, aiding, debating
Destructive dangerous dating

Abusing, bruising, losing
Readily reluctant, refusing

Poor whores need more scores
Stealing stealthily at stores

Ingesting, molesting, infesting
Angry and always arresting

Deep diving, driving, surviving
The thrills they’re constantly thriving

Not admitted, acquitted, he did it
Blew the breathalyzer, his tounge, he bit it

Planet abandoned and stranded
Strictly speaking, I can’t stand it

Deaths, threats, it upsets the rests
But every one eventually forgets

It’s all real.