Absent Minded
Royal Reserve
in the bush
celebrating spirits
in this pity party with a piece of bread
to filter the Lysol
and a Glass representing my love life
a paper cup covered in plastic jewels
i wait for the fluid to finish soaking through the sponge
so i can have a sip of my alcoholism
hidden underneath the trees
in the company of others
as dirty as me
in the lake of fire
and the destiny of freedom from care
we are all hopeless
and tired
but the scope bottles of mouthwash
leaves me buzzing and half wasted
A culture once chasing buffalo from water hole to waterhole
drinking fresh water,
introduced to fourty proof
while they were accustomed
to whine and liquor
throughout hundreds of generations
of kings and queens
see me now in my royal reserve sniffing glue, needles piercing my skin
great grandparents raising my children
because of what has been done to me
culture can cleanse almost anything
but history teaches soo many lessons
and no one saw this tragedy
so blow your nose
and see what side you choose to believe
through the prejudice and malpractice of the saints in disguise for peace who brought war and treachery
I am an addict
sitting by the fire running away from the nightmares
walking over the coals longing for days ago
and scattered among me with empty mouthwash bottles
thinking of my children huffing gasoline
i wish for a better lifestyle but can i escape this royal reserve?
celebrating spirits
in this pity party with a piece of bread
to filter the Lysol
and a Glass representing my love life
a paper cup covered in plastic jewels
i wait for the fluid to finish soaking through the sponge
so i can have a sip of my alcoholism
hidden underneath the trees
in the company of others
as dirty as me
in the lake of fire
and the destiny of freedom from care
we are all hopeless
and tired
but the scope bottles of mouthwash
leaves me buzzing and half wasted
A culture once chasing buffalo from water hole to waterhole
drinking fresh water,
introduced to fourty proof
while they were accustomed
to whine and liquor
throughout hundreds of generations
of kings and queens
see me now in my royal reserve sniffing glue, needles piercing my skin
great grandparents raising my children
because of what has been done to me
culture can cleanse almost anything
but history teaches soo many lessons
and no one saw this tragedy
so blow your nose
and see what side you choose to believe
through the prejudice and malpractice of the saints in disguise for peace who brought war and treachery
I am an addict
sitting by the fire running away from the nightmares
walking over the coals longing for days ago
and scattered among me with empty mouthwash bottles
thinking of my children huffing gasoline
i wish for a better lifestyle but can i escape this royal reserve?
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