people are people. no more. no less. the same meathead who's a dusche is the same man who bends down to pick up a quarter than an old asian man has dropped. i've been thinking a lot about thinking alot. perspective changes a lot of things. but i still blame people for their actions, no matter the reasons. i guess that's kinda harsh...but that's "how i roll," as the kiddies say. i feel so old some days.

it's summer outside
but i can't feel a thing
she's acting like winter
but my mind knows it's spring
her thick skin makes it hard
to kiss her on the lips
but it's soooo eaaaaaasy
when she shakes those hips



i see the green grass grow
with cats killing baby rabbits
a sly smile crosses my face
because she has the same habits.