Fyi Gomf Poem by David Sabo

I am at ease, till im hit with a food of memories,
there is no time to waste there is no way to replace.
All the times ive made mistakes and tried to look the other way,
All the dreams ive laid to waste i smoked away another day,


I am consumed with attempts at anti-social abuse,
I am engrossed in a Non-plan to try to lack the most,
They have said,
Ima wierd one,
But it was all in fun.
F Y I
I fear noonne
so come and get it son

I am so peaceful, serenity unequalled,
Til you provoke me, your belligerence does choke me,
I cannot see straight, you make me so Irate,
I need some space, so wont you please
Get Out My Face