mr. smith

mistical and fictional   biblical as a bible   suicidal and  on my last leg   no time to lay dead  taken two more shots  to the head  too hot  let the world burn to the ground  as the world turns i have a frown  of disapointment   start a fire with some  ointment   no potions  just prophosy  breakin in like a roberry  no guns  no weapons just a leason  use a smith a weston  blow out my heart  and hit the ceament   as i lement on my mistakes i made  new start  can this stop or over lay  dressed like a billionairs protege  big wheel like an escolade  no handle on life  no way to ride this bike  might do whats nessacary  but dont see the  relevancy nire the reason or  purpose   feelin nervous yet calm  like  im being  embalmed  like a mummy   spawned like a deamon  a nutty monkey  with a sick desire  to get hire  than any other  blacked out  danny glover  rob the joint with a pair of pliars and some rubber gloves  doing drugs and lookin out for the fuzz  buzzed and lazy and a broke dick dog  lost in the fog