Rocking Chair

I look at the squires all stiff and straight laced their clothes perfectly cleaned and pressed

Shoes shinning so bright you could get a head ache, They do the same thing day,

in day out.

You better believe they will never do the walk of shame. In the bedroom they

never change up, Boring they have only been with one woman, so not to hip

on lifes pleasures but dammed if they ani,t book smart they don,t realize

their already dead when they look at us they say dam i wish i could make

a fool of myself like that , when they see our women kissing each other

they can,t believe their eyes they see us layed back. checking out the scene

having a awesome time the onlyest time we expand our minds is when we

drop acid but hey when it,s done and over with both will be in our

rocking chairs talking about how it used to be. so hey get your

weird on before time catches up.



I love my guitar, poetry, reading, writing, living life on the edge, Don't worry their no strangers here just strange people, Be sure to let me know you stop bye and let your hair down. Grab some coffee and hope you enjoy.
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