eight long socks they all lie in rows,
I bend down to my feet just to itch my toes.
my friend from cuba showed me the way,
he told me to go to baghdad but i said not today.
sell the children for food wether you love them or not
lie alone in your grave and continue to rott
i once ate a carp it beleive it was the reincarnated me,my soul is in a fish swimming in the sea.
Its choices like these that my head hurt,
id rather shoot myself in the head and fall to the dirt.
decisions in life that i cant face,
id rather batter my self to death with a blunt mace.
2 little seagulls pecking at a stick,ones called sally ones called nick

i like words
words that rhyme are good
even though theyre just words
they carve you like wood