The moats of Moscato
Life at full throttle
I realized it was going it to far,
the day I was handed a half empty pill bottle.
Laughing, they said it caused cotton mouth
What facade I built of me during the day
Organization and reverence;
was sure to crumble when night came to play.
I was lured by what lurked in the shadows
A place where everything but light held consul
The only judgment there was....
Was!
If her coochie or head was bested by her best friend
and if so..Then, invite her in
Lesbians, who were as confused as ever still loved the insertion of a man
But that's just the things that happened
I didn't care to understand
This was what I thought was considered be the man
Party all night, work all day
Long live the life of no future,
But who really wants to dies today?
We see the effects of it resting in the doorways and the side streets presently.
Begging God for change.
I barely escaped unscathed
The memories are enough to leave me dazed and amazed
My memory fades fast these days
Probably from abusing it with the fumes of the stuff set ablaze
Its interesting, the same things that kills you keeps you alive.
It did for me.
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