Dead Weight
Time is wearing thin as the patience in my head.
Ideas arrive for me to try and put this stress to bed
Love for all that’s good is supposed to be a given
But I’m chastised for the things I’ve said
And stoned for how I’m livin’
All things corresponding on this earth
You bet have met some friction
Embrace and accept for what it’s worth
Instead of treating it as an affliction
Each and every breathing life,
must come to an instant end.
Eliminate dead weight with a knife
and roll with genuine friends.
~JSLambert
Copyright © Jslambert Mister Roboto | Year Posted 2011
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