my cold walls


walls shake as if they were cold.

max vol,metal,punk,rock n roll

sorounding my four walls.

teporarily correct

brain fucking dead to expect.

not much connects not much is pluged.

spin and corrupt

destroy or avoid those whom appose the life you chosed.

your a better man than i if you expect me to go to work wearing a tie.

fuck fancy shit, not necesary, why try?

it disepears when you die.

live your live free, with a smile on your face

food in your belly

beeer in your liver

smoke in your lungs

significant other by your side

a place to sleep and rest your feet

Author's Notes/Comments: 

man i wrote this poem along time ago, i still belief in most of it, but i kind of sound like a bum.

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