High Again

[DisturbedPoet]

Oh shit I'm high again.
And guess what?
I got my pad and pen.

My lyrics,
contain spirits.
From another galaxy
way beyond reality.

Like ghost of mars,
I'm from another planet.
Like Michael Holt
I vanish.
Picking bitches up,
speaking in spanish.

With my hair died black,
and a cape on my back.

Slice your fucking head off,
with my light saver.
HA HA HA,
bye bye dude,
I'll see you later.

When I'm in mexico,
I wear a sombrero.
and do the tango,
like Angel Villodo.
I got that world wide mojo.
I jump around,
like a pogo.

This is free write.
Just type,
don't read.
Don't stop keep going.
If finger nails could speak,
they'd be flowing.

So high a little
drunk,
smoking on that skunk.

[Jim Colyer]

You are very creative and have a wild imagination.