crazy poem

Drunken song

You ask me why
and I just say hi

Later at night I bang on the door
but you don’t let me in so I go to score

In the morning you let me inside
but you pour all my drink outside

One day you locked all the doors from the front to the back
and just left me a note saying I should pack

You ask me why I’m writing this poem….I say,
some call it a tavern but I call it home,
fuck you I’m drunk!! Fuck you I’m drunk!!
Even though you pour my beer down the the sink you skunk,
hahahaha, I got more in the trunk.

I’m a criminal

I am a criminal and that photo is real
When I loose my money playing the roulette then I have to revert
I am a good person but I do have a bit of treason
When I have no money my head goes up to the unsolved honey
Sorry mother you did see, what this kid is up to be
Get my shit money up to date to later on fuck that stake
So yes, I will still, with quite a good will, I should add,
And do what I have to get my money back.
To spend it on my cool crack
When are the police gonna catch me…..
Depends it can be here or there
And the hero will not even stare

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.