tea time

no way out of my mangled tangled mind.

Reality is a waste of my time.

Society’s whores wander about. Like rats.

Looking for cheese.

Stay away from my cheddar.

Get your own.

The pied piper calls. Watch em’ scurry about.

Slaves to a world that would rather spit them out.

and they can’t see that.

But I can.

Spit me out.

don’t you like the taste I left in your mouth?

Bittersweet.

Yet you want more.

Just like the other whores.

Alway’s selling yourself for something someoene else has.

Never really getting full value of what your worth.

Underpaid.

Over laid.

Standing over your open grave.

Unmarked.

No, don’t go.

Not yet.

I’ve been brewing this pot of jonestown tea.

For you and me.

Just a little on your lip’s is all you need to do the trick.

Let me take you somewhere

without care

where hope is………

bare.

I’m alway’s there.