As a battered pinata this beaten down nut
always spewing questions if only, what if, and but?
Drowning and grasping for something afloat
frowning and rasping holes drilled in my own boat.
Shadow man passing through so many girls
sucked up faces dance on thick smoky swirls.
Please beg my pardon as I self destruct
selfish unlovable me my own nightmare I construct.
Eyes closed shut while I run through my mind
lonely kings queenlessness my pitiful excuse to find.
Drugstore desperado racing the breeze
time to stand on my feet not live on my knees.
In the hood I am no longer respected
long long ago my integrity injected.
Pen poisoned penned blues map of my heart
epitath for drugs and lifes new start!
-santacruz-
