A midnight rant


1. A midnight rant

Drinking Windex is more appealing, than staying in this hell hole

I am tired of the processed meat

I need to see more than brick buildings, and the inside of my father's mini van

Going to a deserted beach with a lot of rocks isn't seeing the world


That white house with the red door is slowly suffocating me

And when I try to loosen its death grip

I am called a drug addict and a bastard

And sent to the local church to repent

For the "sins" I have committed


They have built a roof over me

Not only to keep out the weather, but the drugs and under aged sex

So I can be "pure"

And go to college

And become a forester.



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