Exactly five past six
I woke up to a Tim Mcgraw song
And a belle in a thong
Whose name I couldn't recall
A lifesyle brought by my,
Vagabond heart
As I swallow cereal and a flat beer
Over the morning paper
I cannot help but smile;
At the obutuaries,
The best part of this paper,
Like previous ones I've read this year,
I see dead people.
They feel no anxiety,
They Feel no fear,
Just eternal rest,
Timeless slumber
Maybe its time I rikindled my religion,
Polished my old Berretta,
And sent lead through my brains
Join the free men and women
In the timeless dirt nap
Six feet Under
Masharia kanyari
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/six-feet-under-6/
