Am I Crazy
i am not satisfied with where i have to call
home . it stinks , most of the time . my
neighbor is a real ******* . my roommate gets to
have most of the fun.. in palm, pink, red or even brown eye .
i think i may be in the u.s. navy . i keep hearing
stories of navel and semen . it's always dark
here , i very rarely get out and about . crap ,
what are u doing , this isn't an amusement park ...
it seems i get the worst of everything ...hit ,
scratched , sometimes he even shaves me . if i am
lucky , i can get licked once in a while . i know
you think i complain alot , but i don't give a damn .
down in the dumps , i feel blue . the moment i
actually get to see daylight , a snap ..the zipper shuts.
everything is wrong , just seems out of place .
i don't know , maybe i am just ......nuts .
Copyright © Brian Carver | Year Posted 2007
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