Gullible God

A watch on each wrist wearing a hat that has early stitched on it The metaphor of late in his back pocket Carrying a black file with a smiley face sticker centered on the top Wearing a red Olympic Jersey with the five colorful rings and playing with a YoYo that goes up and down But no one notices me Poetry on file In the forensic pavilion institute of the mentally ill one about a mayor a lawyer and a bride another titled One one I titled poisoning the well one written called man of such skill another called empathetic to the addict and last but not least the dissapearing act This man i once was now haunts the ghetto i live in like a wizard But no one notices me A short sleeved T-shirt that says "see spot fringe" and I'm covered in medically induced red rashes of psoriases? listening to the right music I have become a metaphor for a prayer the spawn of Satan on another web site But no one notices me One watch says 6 the left stopped at 9 Hurley my favorite hat an eight ball on my wallet and i threw away my coca cola card But i still have that black file I'm still here as the Ghetto wizard Maybe I'll go fly my kite Maybe I'll go play with my bouncy ball I already broke my Yoyo doesn't matter what i do no one notices me