Not that it matters, might as well post, and put to music I will rule

Its one flighty eight pm and I am still on the ground;

now I did my time and i never thought

to live ,my life I would have to drop the dime\

I like to smoke up

in no way do

I see it as a button

on my self destruct

no i can hit that bitch

with no femme harm

without recrimation

if I take a glock 

with fifteen shots

as an extension

of  my missing arm

everyone has disappointments

losing a limb without a

sweetheart to cauterize the wound

would rate really high

in my expectation

that no matter what

gifts we give you

no matter how many

virgins we confuse

the public will

with great enthusiasm confuse

strengths with abstract

like Lou Reed

blowing a fuse/