Exactly five past six <br />I woke up to a Tim Mcgraw song <br />And a belle in a thong <br />Whose name I couldn't recall <br />A lifesyle brought by my, <br />Vagabond heart <br /> <br />As I swallow cereal and a flat beer <br />Over the morning paper <br />I cannot help but smile; <br />At the obutuaries, <br />The best part of this paper, <br />Like previous ones I've read this year, <br />I see dead people. <br /> <br />They feel no anxiety, <br />They Feel no fear, <br />Just eternal rest, <br />Timeless slumber <br /> <br />Maybe its time I rikindled my religion, <br />Polished my old Berretta, <br />And sent lead through my brains <br />Join the free men and women <br />In the timeless dirt nap <br />Six feet Under<br /><br />Masharia kanyari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/six-feet-under-6/
