when you’re drowning
when you’re gasping for breath
and there is no air…
Fight
life comes swinging,
sometimes you stand…
so ive got this great snowball technique
its called making twice as many snowballs as your opponent…
flat on your back
is as good a place
as any to decide
you can’t go lower…
I’ve bled out
almost two
hundred times
yeah,
looking back,
it wasn’t pretty…
I wish sometimes,
that the meaning could be literal,
and we could make all the nitwits…
Now I know you shouldn’t bring something weaker,
than a knife to a knife fight,
but if I brought enough pens…
When everyone says that they’ll “agree to disagree,”
why can’t they just be honest with each other…
There’s something to be said,
for a good old fashioned battle cry…
Why does my body smell grass
after rain and say
you sweet child
but after being freshly mowed…
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