And it's not like honey coz the bee's make none
I need to clear my head
A mind fucks not good for a write
I don't know what you want
And it's making me up tight
So have fun on the train baby
But try to get a little rest
I got to take a break
So I flunked if this was a test
I don't want to write sloppy lust shit
I haven't defined the point
I think it's to much reading
All the way around
I hardly can stand the taste
Of poetry's point right now
Finance has me frazzled
I don't live like you
And you can't imagine the jitters
This shit is putting me through
