I think I'm tired of all this pain in life,
I think I want to grab that butcher knife,
Into my vein I think I'd like to slice,
With this knife so sharp I'll soon be cold as ice.
I had head lice,
I'm tired of eating rice,
I hate Miami Vice,
and getting pooped on by Mice.
I think I'm gunna end it,
So I write it like all else did,
Maybe that means I'm boring,
Do people laugh at my snoring?
When it rains in my life, it’s pouring.

..... Nah!

This life too filled with art, there for the taking, for me to quit.
Open your mind; see that the knife you use to slice is looking exquisite.
Perhaps that chicken has veins you'll cut. For cooking, use that shit.
Even if people cared about your lice it doesn't matter.
Opinions are non-fact, and most of them mindless blabber.
Repetitive, competitive, sedative, routines can be changed.
When it rains, go out and play foursquare, enjoy being uniquely deranged.
Let only yourself and loved ones mix your emotions and effect you,
But in the meantime let my good friend spontaneity resurrect you.

Living life contently is for anyone. You must simply create that for yourself, in yourself.



- Danny Wharton

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