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Something for the first part of the book...
Boondock's White House
My Buddha belly is forced upon me.
Eating nothing but rice and mac and cheese,
Enlightened hardly for I still crave.
Hope and Mother.
But they both cancel at the last minute.
Both home sick, leaving me nothing but...
Another day of Christian households and writers fingers.
Climbing trees to escape the ground I knew
Would fall out underneath me.
Gone into a world of my own design,
For this one was stabbing flesh with skin and bones.
"Talking to trees" and other words that should have been silenced.
I regret nothing from those times,
So full of life.
I didn't know of fashion,
It was what kept me covered.
To poor to afford your idols anyway.
I didn't know hate,
Only what pissed me off.
Scared of monsters,
Some things never change.
Scared of voices,
Yelling in the darkness about
Things I still don't see as anger worthy.
Yet I grew...
Fashion Victim,
Hater of monsters and ignorant voices,
That disturb my sleep.
Boondock's White House
My Buddha belly is forced upon me.
Eating nothing but rice and mac and cheese,
Enlightened hardly for I still crave.
Hope and Mother.
But they both cancel at the last minute.
Both home sick, leaving me nothing but...
Another day of Christian households and writers fingers.
Climbing trees to escape the ground I knew
Would fall out underneath me.
Gone into a world of my own design,
For this one was stabbing flesh with skin and bones.
"Talking to trees" and other words that should have been silenced.
I regret nothing from those times,
So full of life.
I didn't know of fashion,
It was what kept me covered.
To poor to afford your idols anyway.
I didn't know hate,
Only what pissed me off.
Scared of monsters,
Some things never change.
Scared of voices,
Yelling in the darkness about
Things I still don't see as anger worthy.
Yet I grew...
Fashion Victim,
Hater of monsters and ignorant voices,
That disturb my sleep.