What it Looks Like

It looks like crying every night,
Not wet, not hungry or hurting.
Screaming to the top of lungs
So small, it's true this a huge package.

It looks like arguing and knit picking
Calling each other names, deliberate defiance uncontrollable Juices controlled by large quantities of thc.

Go ahead legalize it to calm my nerves like a bottle of wine. Keeping my sanity is what it looks like. Out of control with emotions so high. I promise to leave and not come back next time.

What does it look like worship in a church full of hippocrits. Poisoned by the words on pastors lips. The disgusting hypnosis of Brand names and fancy shoes.

Reading levels at a record low, baby babies having babies. No skills, no wisdom, just fk shit and booze