Sex, Drugs, and Ignorant Critics
I got your picture plastered
upon my wall.
It's your ego I'm after;
I can't wait to see you fall.
I have this one nightmare,
my fingers tight around your hair,
fog engulfs the windows,
our entwined bodies bare.
This expedition for
recognition
has erased my thoughts,
I kissed you without cognition,
or maybe it was the pot.
Your ingenuity
makes me willingly
and easily
scream your Eulogy.
upon my wall.
It's your ego I'm after;
I can't wait to see you fall.
I have this one nightmare,
my fingers tight around your hair,
fog engulfs the windows,
our entwined bodies bare.
This expedition for
recognition
has erased my thoughts,
I kissed you without cognition,
or maybe it was the pot.
Your ingenuity
makes me willingly
and easily
scream your Eulogy.