What Do I Want To Be If I Live Again?

What Do I Want To Be If I Live Again?

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So drenched in sound, I can hear myself think

The caterers of thought sting my eyes 'til I blink

When the music's so loud

__and there ain't no one around

____watch out for The Soggies

______as they tear up your town

The moon hangs high, over a world full of crack

All being smoked up by crackheads

And burned to waste by law enforcement

Thee unheard news that refused to be told

Smacked me upside the head

__until I was dead

In my next life, I think I'll come back

__as a crack pipe

____used by a crack whore

And maybe I'll get shoved in her pussy

But on second thought

"Crack whores suck dick for promised hits

So maybe I won't wanna be

__a crack whore's crack pipe"

I don't know what I wanna come back as

__after I die from this shitty life

Maybe I'll come back as a flkyin' chicken

That lays eggs in the sky

__as she flies on by

Or maybe I'll be a D.-boy

Fuckin mouths

__for me to rock their pipes

Whatever I come back as

I don't want the same life

__all over again

Because I probably won't get the same outcome

I wanna come back perfect

And get a good education

And a good job

And have all the things

__most normal people can get

But if that can't happen

I guess I gotta make sure

That this is my last life

A lot to ask for, maybe

I just don't wanna come back

__as another big baby

Havin' to grow up all over again

And not be able to achieve even that

Just like I never did

As thee amount of piss

__peeing out my dick

____fills thee air

I hope some one up there is sucking

If not

Why do I care?

I will bury my dick in the sand

__and plant a spermazoid plant

To grow tall

Dropping cum wads on the ground

For the hookers that come back around

And all will be happy

Especially my pee pee

And I will sit up high

Flying my chicken hen plane

Dropping my eggs among the crowds of people

__who some might even wanna suck my pole

But if not

__I won't mind

Just as long as I never have to

__return to this life

And as the cream puff stains

Boil over into the vast beyonds

All that is plain

Will be

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05-31-'17

D. L. Cannon

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