clear

clear

These days it’s so clear to me
As the whores of the past flush my life down a toilet.

Oh yes it’s these days
When long gone friends came back to show me the stairway.
With an friendly cold smile the bring it all together so I can see.

Every day we are burning.

We go shopping and we burn,
we work in stupid jobs and we burn,
we feed our kids and dogs and women’s and still, we burn.

We burn until the end of our personal hallway.

Now as the dark crow sits on my memories I begin to wonder,
why the luck always slips away when moments getting stabile?
The reason is that luck has to share allot of it self on the golfyard.

No time for Loser with pencildicks.
No time for cheep and ugly Bitches.

Oh yes, these days it’s so clear to me.

© john Erwiss