SUMMERLAND
We said we would leave Jersey
by any means necessary; see the world
break out from the constructs
that made everyone boring
at first we started bands
played bad music hoping
to escape and when that didn’t happen
we figured after high school we’d just bounce
but it never happened
the world moved onward, you cleaned up
while I found new faults in my character
life is slippery if you try and hold on
now you are a father
a little girl on your hip
you found manhood in an instant
you found a way to save your soul
while you are breaking your ass
for your own, I am writing poems
I have seven cents in my pocket
I have no idea what I’ll do next
I found summerland
in a quiet town in nowhere land
I have no idea how I’ll get home
I don’t care what I’ll do next.
Horror Sleaze Trash 