slam the unknown life

(poems go here) Tell me what's wrong that I can't long for a little mystery, forget the tease what’s wrong with being me... I wake up eat sleep repeat do the same old things... What's really a sin, because we're living in one big tin of whens, and we never leap out to give faith, because nowadays that turns into date rape? The government says in God we trust, while taxing us...truth is you can't serve God and money... Stop me when I lie, I pay my tides. All it is... Is sin upon sin, predicting on when we fall under depression, they call it a recession. Hiding under covers of isolation, Institute of Mental prostitution, rehabilitation, catch a case sprayed you with mace. Give you a taste of reality, brutality. No melody but I spit the truth, what's spoken word without a few missing screws. I carry them loose. No have booze, but a light flow to keep you on your toes. What’s a no without a yes, never the less while caring stress. Stick to your manifest. And God will carry the rest.