give me death!

war is hell

or at least so they say

death and destruction

smoke and fire

anger and frustration

hatred and despair

why then

may i ask

is war glamorized

no one lasts for ever

anyway

how do you want to go

when its time for you to go

death is like intercourse

want it fast

want it slow

no matter how you go

probabilty or luck

possibility remains

you all get fucked

dying in war

is the most noble way to die

unless one holds a position

so high in social stature

that your murder

is called

assassination

one who dies in war

dies a hero

even if it is suicide

i like that gal...pt.1

it's a damn shame
how i feel about that gal
i always think of her
and it dont matter who i am with
if i am with another gal
i cant stop thinking about the one
it dont matter what she wearing
ehere she going
how hot she may be
i like that gal
when in public
i like her to cover up
when we alone...
i take it to the head
like you dont know
i like that gal
brown
gold
medal
winnning
honey
flavored
gal
sometimes
othertimes she walks into the room
dressed in green
taffeta, liorice essence
vanilla notesss
i like that gal
that gal dont know what she do to me
i cant let her go
she aint no good gor me though

on another note,
i am just too damn sensitive to other peoples thoughts of me.
when did that happen?