Arabella, can´t stop thinking-
about you; makes me drinking, kiss me,
princess you are no less….. you bitch!
Take a hitch-hiking. I hate you, screw your due
What? You people thought this was going to be
a love story at the beginning of this writing, na,
I´m a mean starling, flying without a darling.
Then there is Stella
but that is not real
i just made this news a real or newsreal?
I´d love to eat your bad cows
This is for you Arabella
Just my trip
And now I´m having another whiskey sip.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.
What does this morning’s dawning want to bring to me?
I could wash the wood floors, or climb a tall tree;
I could force myself to get my lab work done, finally;
Or I could sit on the beach and get stoned, like I want to be.
How’s about the library?
I can read my favorite books endlessly;
Surprise Sensei Han when I show up for karate;
Or just sit on my ass at my desk and write poetry.
Perhaps I will lead, in high speed – at the racetrack, again;
Or maybe shit some overpriced ammo down the drain;
I could always go hiking and get lost in the rain;
I’m partial to the idea of a tattoo gun’s special pain.
Today might be the day I dive for abalone;
Or decide to set my family of society finches free;
I just never know what’s in store for me;
With a mind so confined by its A.D.H.D.