Analysis of Ziplock Baggies

Ziplock baggies filled with depression. My wallets empty from this fucking recession, my shoulders are heavy from all this oppression, after school detention, no affection for this lonely erection, just another day of standing at attention. Same shit, different year, of another rigged election, of a few more fuckstick selection. Forget it, I’ve had it, fuck this shit, have at it!! I could care less, my minds a mess, I need to rest, for this future guest ..... of tomorrow. And no telling what he’ll bring, prolly some sorrow, where I love to wallow, dive deep into the empty hollow, of sadness, laced with madness, with a hint of absinthe. Probably why I’ve been absent, lost in this labyrinth, of self-made fragments …..... of lies. But what about you? What’s your excuse? Atleast I’ve been true to the loons, the Koo-Koo Ka-Choo’s, one flew over the Coo Coo’s noose, don’t stop till your blue, it’s definitely not a loss if it’s you. I’ll be next door in the saloon, bloated on cheap talk, and expired perfume. Munchin’ on some prunes, waiting for a few, so full of shit I need to use the loo. I just wish I was more like you and less like me, no more mushroom tea, the colors are all attacking me! All giant and broad, fierce and strong, wi med and brown, like a shit smeared crown, I need another noun. Moving on, changing lanes, no blinker used, don’t care if it’s allowed, low expectations, keeping my standards an inch from the ground, always keeps me happy and proud. While my failures and mistakes were always too loud. My poor fucking dad, he was always more sad than mad. I just try to remember the good times we had. But he wasn’t perfect, and neither am I, and if you claim to be, I’ll stab you in the eye, with your own lie. And welcome you to the land of hypocrisy, just wait and see, many familiar faces there will be. So know thyself and be true to thee. Don’t get caught driving illegally, cause you will get caught and judged accordingly, which isn’t by me, but by the Ultimate Authority!