why cant you see

I put this in my notes. Hello cashier. I'm here for a John Deere. These crops ain't nothing to fear. This shit's a routine. Like my dad watching Cheers. Hey kid, go grab another beer. Oh shit he drank his last one. Daddy's about to get weird. But I'm used to it. Don't even shed a tear. I'm sick of crying when the angels don't hear. ​If God was there to hug, then I pull him near. Where is this man in the sky that supposedly has a beard? But fuck that. Grew up. Next task. I keep it close to the chest. No cap. But life be bugging me. It's giving me a rash. Pull out the map. Just to try to travel somewhere fast. Leave them aghast. They're not thinking straight. It's the salmon they lack. Oils be good for you. So does this beat. I'm just lucky I never ended up on the street. ​Traversing these jungles. This quick sand can get deep. My emotions runneth over. They do seep. My other personality turns to me and says, nice to meet. Bah humbug in this bitch though. Fuck the wreath. ​My name's not Tom, but I like to peep. Upon these elite blood suckers. They truly leech. What a fucking feat to put up your feet as an elite. Keep your desks organized and neat while the homeless people got nowhere to sleep. People preach at places in need, yet nobody gives a shit. If you're omnipresent, why can't you see?