I don’t know why I'm always talking about children,

And love, and afterlifes and shit,

The kids will be fine,

Even though they whine,

Don't we all get fed?

Well, there is hell,

Whatever, not my problem,

Its like the 21st century,

Everyone relax,

We could all starve a little more,

And love,

There's shit in this life,

Outside of love,

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There’s mountain climbing,

And fishing in the sea,

There's lobsters,

And anemones,

This place was always about the mundane,

I'm a mortal, I doubt I'll even make it to eighty,

All the drinking and smoking,

It will be the end of me,

Worried about retirement?

Worried about rap snitches,

Worried about payment,

Hopefully I end up homeless,

Then, maybe I’ll learn,

I need to get fucked hard,

I’m so alone,

Poetry has a way,

Of speaking with authority,

But I’m just a loser,

Beggars can’t be choosers,

I should whine about the government,

Then maybe I’ll be cool,

I’m being sarcastic,

Everyone’s a fool,

Anyways, I’m bored,

This book is about to be done,

I’m just waiting for the next fuck,

Children, good luck,

I’m not your dad or anything,

You probably have an idea,

Of who you want to be,

Girls who want to be my plaything,

Haha, its like music in the background,

The next thing will always shout out,

This is whole book is just a record,

Not anything artsy,

Captain’s log, stardate, 69420,

Some of it does sound baller,

Its what weed does to me,

I’ve been drinking non-stop on this vacation,

It definitely made me dumber,

I feel the flow fading,

The spring fountain is dying,

This book will be done soon,

And I feel something in the air,

I feel seals, they seek to break free,

Like a hymen breaking,

I’m still a virgin,

What’s next, I don’t know,

I need to find a job.