complaining

My blanket is too short
I feel like a black person in court
My bed is too hard
I feel like normal stuck in retard
My pillow is too smelly
I feel like a skinny person with a huge belly
My sheep are too fast
I feel like a winner comming last
My sleep is too far
I feel like a spaceship turned into a car
My dreams are too strange
I feel like a star with out his stage
The night is too loud
I feel like a raindrop with out it's cloud
Evrything with my world is wrong
As people run around, as people long.

cheap men

I try not to be delusional about the day
But the sun is firing the dry hay
Makes it easy to find the needel lost in diversitys nasty picture
All caugh up in the richer
And I feel the pain flowing threw my thick artory
I try to defeet the the surreal poverty
Blue eyes starring as they cry
Brings me back to when I really did try
I remember the black hole
Falling and swirling into your deep soul
Finding nothing but fake tales and cheap wine
Gosh this boy was just not easy to define