So...pretty much the world is falling apart-I can feel it...Others can feel it, they've mentioned it to me...
Solemnly I nod my head in agreance.
The trailblazers are gone, the real hippies and peace-lovers are gone; the truth is gone. Everything is turning into a luxury-softer sheets, cleets and heartbeats. Aerobics isn't necessary-we've got the pills for that. Candy-bars and pretzels are now free of fat.
Moderation is obsolete-it's one way or the other; if we can't take aim and fire, it's time to take cover.
What happened to the flower in the head of the pistol? What happened to the kids who were EXITED about school?
When did the meth become a dirty stinging mess? When did pot become a meaning of duress? Where did the eyes who once saw honesty go?
-They abandoned us for the teen porno show.
And 18 year olds are sucking cock, while 16 year olds are...well, sucking cock.
And the youngins' are poppin Rx pills and 'cutting' thrills.
Botox is the new face-wash, lose hundreds in a week! We blame the drugs and thugs and such, for violence on the streets...Sick people in our own nation, dying on the lawn...While in other countries, Mr.Bush sends sandwhiches after bombs...
And family's a fluke, atleast that's what I hear...While brats and teens and 'children' are our FUTURE HERE....
...But what does that say when the future's in THEIR hands? When they don't even have the stamina to listen to decent bands?
When their icons all cry and cut themselves alike...And blow chunks or heroin while filiming ruddy dykes...
We try to blame the parents, for the messes their children cause...But everyone has a mission, and a reason to pause.
Life is on the fast-track, no time left to spare...But when you really think about it...who is left to care?
If you can't control yourself, and do what's REALLY RIGHT; shut up, sit down, and hold on really tight....
Remember, life IS a journey- NOT a destination...It is all in what we are creating...
There are no second chances, this is the one event...Make the most of life...
Because THIS. IS. IT.
Author notes
Cry about it.
Here's the truth bitches.
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this is a certain piece of art...i love it, but were you trippin when you wrote it????...just an innocent question that i ask.....great poem though.....it tells the truth...L..O..V..E.. LOVE IT!!!
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Got nothin to 'trip' on dear, except life.
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no problem man...but seriously it was a good poem/story, whatever you want to call it, memoirs of the adolecent mind....its good though
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Well, sorry, it's no adolescent mind (that's how you spell it, btw); full-grown ADULT, so. Yeah. Thanks again.
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okay, memoirs of the ADULT mind...its whatever you want to call it.....but still the thing is good....no sorrys needed....
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Dude...is this Courtney again??? your name's different on the sites...
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yeah, but i had changed my name....how is it different???
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oooooh, jena... I got chibers....
yummyness.....
I hope they all choke on it...
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