Raisons

I'm forever thankful for my left hand I am pleased to be the sad inside the man... Disipline and misery Vaceline makes sex easy. Thinner than a paper plate, I'm thankful for this angst and hate. Feverish and incolence, I've an itch with innocence. Stuffing faces-vulger thoughts, of happy days and blood shot eyes. I'm forever thankful for my left hand. Guns arent for me, sissors instead, Crack in pile, now time for bed. I'm a raison in the son, You're my serpant with scales that run. Pages that turn make fantacy's I'm as small as the light on me. I'm as free as a beast can be. There's nothing like the useless me. Unless this road goes anyother way, I'll take a chance and forget today. Like a mother holds her young, I hold my breath each time I'm done. I'm forever thankful for my left hand. It made me the man that I pathetically am