His only job
Is here on Earth...
If you had God in your head
And he was giving you advice...
It seems the higher we go,
the clouds turn to fog...
Black dress, tight, eyes of ocean blue
Zaftig figure makes her way towards you...
See you crave drugs and money -
dull your five senses, sonny...
Hurray it's almost done the witch has flown away
she cast her spell that hadith no hell...
As I walked home,
From a long day at work...
We share sorrow, a place we know well,
romantic expressions, in darkness we dwell...
I read his life and times,
and visited his grave...
There is an old saying....
keep your friends near, but keep your enemies even...
HER BEAUTY LIES IN HER FAKE ASS EYES,
AND OH THOSE AWESOME THUNDER THIGHS...
I awake to the dread of what waits for me...
Dishes and laundry piled up, the floor boards...