Found a ring that don’t mean a thing

The sport highway clogs my balance

A metal tears?

A pedal steers

The weight of the vinyl smells

Melting grooves that will soon make a tune.

A tune that May be sweet to the ears

Or bleak to the fears

The optional bench cries

Under and into the man who sits

On its throne

Both the bench and the man

wanting so badly to be alone

In mourn

Wanting and waiting

For something great to be born

Another addict shelves the staggering sentence

As he falls into the long sleep of death

The sunrise boot laughs

As he kicks my nightowl ass

The textbook race expires

As the new dying you tires

nature flashes

As the true lie clashes

The overpriced mouth

Splashes

And lashes

Out

Spilling

And Killing

And willing to

Do

Whatever It is is you need to do

Because you only care about you