free-write rhyme.

i think. i blink. didn't take a shower today, so i stink. starbucks frappacino, probably the biggest size, sitting in my vision. to the left is a heap of garbage collision. i don't know what to write, cuz i just worked all night and got done riding my bike. clocking in and out, like i'm clocking throught a turn-pike. losing sleep like a bad game of poker. when people start laughing, i realize i'm the joker. this life that i'm living, was easily confused with grace given. what would stalone's character do in the movie "driven"? my girlfriend's going to france, i don't own a clean pair of pants. i'm broke 5 broke, cuz i ain't got it. i'm rhymin' random idea just after i jot it. i ate my 50 cent pie, just after i bought it. my tee's i dot, and my eye- i cross it. i don't got a nice car. and my bike don't floss it. holly gave me some pizza for free. i don't know what was in it, but tasted aight to me. someone told me A-town used to be the city of trees. i hurt my knees. i'll stop being random, and not say words like, "tandom". i wanna write, but not enough time. i wanna make songs, but not enough rhyme. i wanna lead, but i'm the blind leading the blind. it all made sense a long time when. i can't find the answer and either can my friends. dull, boring, and maybe apathetic. when people hear the truth, they just reject it. be like wyclef and make truth eclectic. or let my love slide like it was electric. look back at life, and it looks so blurry. my life is a joke, just like bill murray. i had some chips tonight that were spicy like curry. i had a lost customers who bring out my fury. i don't know what this is about, but that's the end of the stury.

shalom.