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Big backyards don’t always bring happiness
The birds in the attic have been chirping louder
can’t seem to add enough salt to satisfy my taste
and the headlights aren’t cutting through the fog anymore
fuck this rinse and repeat lifestyle
being led by my cock
I’ve left my natural element
sitting on this rock smiling for the pic’s
waiting on my keeper to leave the gate open so I can maul a nigga
Suburbia
a place where bath salts are soaked in and not sniffed
suicide awareness is seen on TV and not taught by your dead fucking neighbor
the only bitches walking the street has another on a leash
I don’t fit in here
give me back the sound of sirens
the smell of weed and urine
and the thrill of playing hide go seek with the landlord
can’t seem to add enough salt to satisfy my taste
and the headlights aren’t cutting through the fog anymore
fuck this rinse and repeat lifestyle
being led by my cock
I’ve left my natural element
sitting on this rock smiling for the pic’s
waiting on my keeper to leave the gate open so I can maul a nigga
Suburbia
a place where bath salts are soaked in and not sniffed
suicide awareness is seen on TV and not taught by your dead fucking neighbor
the only bitches walking the street has another on a leash
I don’t fit in here
give me back the sound of sirens
the smell of weed and urine
and the thrill of playing hide go seek with the landlord
Published 1st Jul 2014
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1st Jul 2014 6:36pm
U definitely growing more than dirt in that farm - nice to see - cool writings too
2nd Jul 2014 2:05am
Shhhhhhh, you narc on a brother weed patch! Thanks man for the thoughts. Appreciate it.
1st Jul 2014 6:38pm
This piece brings out the grass is not always greener feeling.....fav lines
"Suburbia
a place where bath salts are soaked in and not sniffed
suicide awareness is seen on TV and not taught by your dead fucking neighbor "
"Suburbia
a place where bath salts are soaked in and not sniffed
suicide awareness is seen on TV and not taught by your dead fucking neighbor "
2nd Jul 2014 2:10am
You are right, the grass is never greener but always has that allure. its a fucked up feeling. It can be as confusing as a blind gay man at a weenie roast, not sure whether to eat it or suck it.Thanks for the read and comment.
2nd Jul 2014 4:17am
Seriously blind man at a wiener roast...that is hilarious...Seriously had me cracking up
1st Jul 2014 7:40pm
2nd Jul 2014 2:12am
Ahh thanks tommie, glad you liked. You just keep writing those rocking sexy poems.
2nd Jul 2014 3:10pm
The frustration of living a lifestyle you don't feel comfortable in comes through loud and clear in such lines as "fuck this rinse and repeat lifestyle," "waiting on my keeper to leave the gate open so I can maul a nigga" and the funny and terrific ending, "the thrill of playing hide go seek with the landlord." Nice job, Dirtfarm !
2nd Jul 2014 6:08pm
Hey thanks Tony for the comment. Doors always open for you sir, bring that guitar and have a sit down.