Mukel
08-25-07, 10:10 AM
Collosally aged, stressed from rage, opened the book, turned the page,
found in the gutter, in the slums of calcutta, travelled long and far,
almost as far as the stars, waitering behind bars, driving cheap cars,
became ill with thought and worry, hurried from here to there,
blind so he's vision impaired, an icey stair, with greasy matted hair,
to be fair, he was a bum, stinking drunk from rum,
blood seeping out from his rotting gum, gingervitus,
sore throat from tonsilitus, no medical repair,
needing hospital care, but non would be there,
poverty stricken eating rice and grubs,
roughing it largely, his home amongst the shrubs,
far cry from home in the english pubs,
you see, things done changed, and its now insane,
the way drugs change you from sane to deranged,
the fact that he was young and seeing the globe,
to ruining it all sniffin dust up his nose,
use to pose now looks stiff in his clothes,
downward spiral, so we light a vigel,
no more no less, now a penniless bum,
gave it all up from the drink and drugs,
rockin back and forth on the brink,
eyes look left and right but dont blink,
paranoia, depression, no progression,
a nameless face, with a faceless expression,
troubled with guilt and shame,
wishing he never tried cocaine.
found in the gutter, in the slums of calcutta, travelled long and far,
almost as far as the stars, waitering behind bars, driving cheap cars,
became ill with thought and worry, hurried from here to there,
blind so he's vision impaired, an icey stair, with greasy matted hair,
to be fair, he was a bum, stinking drunk from rum,
blood seeping out from his rotting gum, gingervitus,
sore throat from tonsilitus, no medical repair,
needing hospital care, but non would be there,
poverty stricken eating rice and grubs,
roughing it largely, his home amongst the shrubs,
far cry from home in the english pubs,
you see, things done changed, and its now insane,
the way drugs change you from sane to deranged,
the fact that he was young and seeing the globe,
to ruining it all sniffin dust up his nose,
use to pose now looks stiff in his clothes,
downward spiral, so we light a vigel,
no more no less, now a penniless bum,
gave it all up from the drink and drugs,
rockin back and forth on the brink,
eyes look left and right but dont blink,
paranoia, depression, no progression,
a nameless face, with a faceless expression,
troubled with guilt and shame,
wishing he never tried cocaine.