i reloaded!

pulled out the pistol whistle as i pull the trigga caramel villa with more charisma than tom cruise drinkin booz in the afternoon walkin like a balloon check into a motel room smells like gonja drinkin vodka on my balcony feeling less apathy happily stoned all alone again hung out like a wire fence tense and isolated eyes dilated like Saturn drinkin rum at a local tavern in Albany something life a falsity how can i end this harlotry polity and quietly like a rat or a mouse dowse me in flames so i can burn out this white house is a dark spouce never ending nothing empty white out cut the lights out and let me shout into the sky to heaven lucky as the number seven no repentance for forgiveness i will have revenge god as my only witness i got the bisket so mind youre buisness