Smokin’ Dope with Mama
city lights colored in with doubt
roll a cigarette and then put it out
I can’t stand living and I can’t stand rain
I can’t stand mama and I can’t stand pain
came inside to flowers on the window
left it open all night so we could hear the wind blow
laid down to wonder if tonight I’ll sleep
and maybe this once I won’t hear her weep
bang her up against the wall, maybe make her cum
keep on hitting her until she feels numb
is it really you I’m hitting, or maybe is it me
maybe I’ll go outside and hang myself from a tree
dirty leather shoes and an unpaid check
newly covered holes and a liquor store wreck
tilt that bottle back till it hurts my brain,
send me down to Havana to cut some sugar cane
so I set out now, out on my own
back against the stall, just another unknown
teeth all alight, like a sidewalk-bound piranha
don’t worry about me, I’m here smokin’ dope with mama
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