dull tweezers

 i sip liquor        
to get me through winter        
carrying a wooden cross will always give you splinters        
       
black on black is still just black        
but at least i spite the shadows        
my glass is always half full        
but that does'nt gimme a positive        
 outlook        
look out        
       
it will b empty in a minute        
and perfectly, i say again perfectly,over...... full        
      right after that        
       
all this bullshit is not mine        
you don't know me        
because you can find        
my arrest record online        
       
infatuated with drugs,guns, and crime        
i'd like to save the world        
underneath the cool persona with a splash of lime        
but just like everybody else        
i'll do it on my own time        
       
tick tock        
i only pay attention to seconds        
and second hands        
the other two are rather frustrating        
       
no nobility        
can really know        
what it's like to get passed your dead brother's clothes        
when it's cold        
only crying from the broken nose        
no admittance no!        
you don't!    
 belong here...    
        
meanwhile.....       
i'm plagiarizing works        
from my other personalities.        
those damn gangstas,       
these other 7 bastards ,       
mix it up with metal + rap patterns        
i am the effort + effect that = after        
ha ha .....laughter        
gotta love a dying whore        
       
gotta love?        
what an unworthy phrase        
for a life,        
a lil less peculiar        
similarities and the lack of stand outs        
no italics or bold print        
wet t shirt contests with no dorsal fins?        
lemme just start again        
       
i sip liquor        
to get me through winter        
carrying a wooden cross will only give you splinters        
       
       
       
       
from the bunner st. journals