PBR DUDE

I sighed-

I'll never get past the hair on your head,

never get to the scalp, never get to taste your skin never get to wet my 

lips,

I sigh, I rub your skin, I see your eyes

big, brown, beautiful

love, man those eyes

those fucking eyes

makes me sad, makes me a fool, makes me a ass,

all the times my lips were coated with an acidic handshake

the beer, the smokes, the other cheap whores and their perfume

cutting me away from you and smiling all the while

man, it's no wonder you're not the same, it's no wonder you hate me

so,

but here I am, wearing my crown, smiling for no one, 

pour another drink, finish wringing my heart onto this page

when my ice 

melts.

HATERADE LOL

Your an ugly man,
                  Oh yeah? Go suck on gravel

I drink ugly, I eat ugly
christ, I am
                        UGLY.

But, for how ugly I am,
you
           sure seem to
           care?

Alot.                                             What gives?
I drink my beer, I smoke myself to an early grave
     my face is eroding and my smile?
Well,
shit,                                             my smile isn't even all the way
fuck it,
                           half way there.

But I'm ugly. And
you
                       care.

how am I supposed to sleep?

Awaken from sleep, by a grave-robber who toils in inconveniences, mired in
compassion, steeped in hollow tragedy. Robbed of life by the fear, gripping fear
of indecisiveness, keeping tragedy close, clothed and bathed in reassuring second guessing,
resting on the lips of everything that is pure.

She whispered "you.. cant give me what I need", and my heart bent, twisted and crumbled. Off to sleep again, in the grave meant for me, to be awakened by grave-robbers toiling in
misery.