Today is my 27th birthday…
27 is the perfect cube.
At 27 though, still, I am not the perfect dude.
I have flaws and at times, I feel lost.
My eyes glossed
All those joints that I’ve rolled
Cause reflection of tolls
of last breaths from some artists I know.
Morrison, Hendrix are VIP members
I’ll stay out if I make it past this next December
Winehouse celebrations, threaten life as I know
The rains of nirvana, Cobain, they fall slow
We’ll sip slow
be no more
for this is one age I can’t wait to see go.