I remember all the flavors
of my life
like too-much-of-a-good-thing swirl in my mouth
some bitter
some still sweet
some that I am just begining to taste
and I think life
its like rocky road ice cream
with some things in there I just don't like
well
my first flavor
tasted like summertime rain
and black cherries
with a coke
and I had to spit it out
'cause I was beginning to choke
my second flavor
was like marlbaro reds
jolly ranchers
and pepsi
and maybe it was just too sweet
so I kicked back some rum
and it was gone by the time I got back
to me
then my third flavor
well
it tasted like warm beer
and a badly made kaluah and cream
and it just didn't agree
so I was passed out on the bathroom floor
and someone kindly let me lie
shuttin the door
now my forth flavor
woke me up
like a french vanilla cap
aphrodisiac
and I sipped it sweetly in the mornin
and on the cold nights
keepin me warm
and I never knew how good it felt
to relax
to let things fall into place
sip and smoke a marlbaro light
(I thought I should cut back and I was right)
'cause I was coughin before
things were getting too much
now I can reflect
and not see a black void smoke screen
I see a horizon
at last
and I'm just tasting each falling star
seein where the path takes me
on my meltin rocky road ice cream life
Copyright 2005 Kendra Braun
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