Life. (Aug 2nd) Poem by Steven Stocker

Inspiration these days is long gone and lost
tucked away with my drive and the problems ive crossed.
I'm just a picky eater, so my salads aren't tossed
go on and f*** with me, cuz one day i'll be your boss.

relationships pass, we grow old on our own
with only stories to tell, and scars left to show
smoke weed, write a song, make a hit, get well known
then just sink back down, to the basement in your home

I feel the angst of a nation, and it trembles me
I feel the whole world a shaken' right below my feet
When death comes to take me, I'll give him a welcomed greet
we can both watch the bullet break through my teeth

the greatest years of my life, also the lowest lows
I want to leave, never come back, and see how that goes.
Going steadys never fun, but im sick of these hoes
My d***s so beat up, that Its giving me a bloody nose

I've got so much to learn, In such little time
I procrastinate school, and forget about life
my brains so fried that I forget things to rhyme
but still every night, I try to get high

Not dealing drugs makes life pretty hard
Id rather have no dad than one who calls me retard
real smart, a** is hard, daddy hates me, play that card
Get a car, off a cliff, falling far. Break my heart.

Life isn't a gift its a burden, when you finally realize that you fit more in
To your daily regimen, the intake to help break all of life in.
Life is no fun without a little sin, so lets break all the stone and let life begin.
Like Jesus christ this is my blood. Either you can eat the skin or sip that s*** up.