In and out of life,
Fluttering,
Flustering,
Me,
I think.
I probably should not blink.
Or take another drink.
They might disappear again. . .
And they call themselves so-called friends.
But they aren’t really there.
Not loyal,
Like my homies.
Who’ve showed me,
Whose really real.
But they don’t know how I really feel.
Well I’m not trying to conceal,
Anything at this point.
Just want to be desensitized,
Half alive,
Pass the joint.
No one hears anyone’s cries.
At the end we just die.
No one cares about your plight.
All right?
Yeah, I’m doing fine,
Why you ask?
So snort your line,
Puto.
Don’t you know,
My brain’s on Pluto,
So,
Why do we fly?
Or ask why,
Or take the energy to even try?
These lost souls don’t need much but a fight,
I’m all right,
Don’t need your sympathy tonight.
Take off into another worldly flight.
I am all right,
So, don’t ask again.
So-called friend.