It’s strange to see my own name
It’s strange to be
I don’t wanna be anything that’s a thing like you
So I turn and walk a lonely mile
To ancient asia
I get high just thinking about the honey
The Bee Hive in the Cliff side
The short wood ladder
Only in place in impossible places
But it’s high up it’s way up there

I come home with them
To a smokey shack
But the children play
They don’t mind at all
Probably not even when they beat them
Cause they can always turn and walk away
End up in texas with a future
Flippin Burgers for cowboys
Yeah I’m feeling high
Gotta get god, religion the whole meal
The food spread out on a naked woman’s body

Put it behind you

genius.

you really mean that?

im inclined to agree with the man, devster. youve really outdone yourself here.

maybe, but maybe not.
although, it was fun to read.

how do you figure that i am a "man"?

in general, its a 50/50 shot. on RM probably more like 80/20. that and theres a dude in your avatar. which doesnt really mean anything i guess but there you go.

I think it's beautiful with some awesome imagery
i love this line:

This was definitely fun. Any chance that this is just an early draft and you'll flesh out some of the imagery?

i'm kinda worried about my man's food fetishes here, i mean, i don't mix fucking and dinner. i suggest homeboy get a psychiatrist round here real quick if he's talking about eating anything on a woman that aint her monkey

costanza did it and he is a model human being.

really good...

I suppose it was but I don't really ever try to finish poems anymore, usually more like to just yanno write it and move on.