trash trash trash trash trash

i’m getting the hang of it

freedom from caring

 

mother nature… the bitch of love

desire is her trick

she’ll make you think you need it now

that’s why you have a dick

you fall in love a million times

as much as you have sperm

all she wants is mass production

love is on her terms

 

 

MY LIFE IS RICH

BUT IM STILL A BITCH

GOT PLENTY TO EAT

AND MY CRIB IS NEAT

BUT THE MAN THAT I’M WITH

I DO NOT TRUST

HE’S CHEATED GAZILLIONS

WITH ALL HIS LUST

 MY LOVE IS DEAD

FUCKING IS BORING

IT’S WHAT I DREAD

HE LOVES WHORING

I HAVE A BEAUTIFUL CLOUD

FOR A BED

I’D GIVE IT ALL UP

FOR LOVE INSTEAD

 

i drink the nectar of roses

then i smoke a cig

i feel flashes of nirvana

then i cook a pig

 i wanna be celibate

then i blow his mind

this the hard place

between a rock

*

i work my ass off

to pay my bills

i am not happy

so i  buy more frills

all i ever wanted

was a good man to love

but all i ever got

was a leather

glove

*

my mind is tight now

but if i drink to make it loose…..

it will swirl into a paisley…

exotic and hazy…

and then i go crazy

and wanna get

outta here

where the

body

lies cold

and end

this

 

so

on and on i go

juggling life like a magician

keys in the ignition

engaged in activities

like i am sane

picking and choosing

what to play

in this game

afraid to let go

of my control

(this is insane)

stuck in samsara

suffering and karma

but

it would be so nice

just

to help ease your pain

 

India gold and perfume

Id rather sleep till noon

Give me my bed

I’d rather be dead

Than be a slave

In this grave

Of foo foo