Poetry

Was gonna send you some shit,
But I'm not sure we have a pit.
The little core of a relationship,
Not provided by an acid trip.

When dicks are dicks and don't respond,
They say they're sleeping, go to die.
A wall of great annoyance they're beyond.
Just say when you'll be awake, don't fucking lie.

Your bed becomes the place you cry,
The place where all your bad thoughts lie.
Escape? there is none,
When life is close to being done.

Žmogus nėra gėlė,
Jo kambarys - tai tik dėmė.
Dėmė, kuri suteikia šilumos,
Kuri saugi bus visados.