The Degenerate.

Experience

They call me a rowdy, rude, rebel

A no good dumb, dickhead, degenerate.

A stupid, selfish, shameless person not fit to be a member of their society is what they said.

My illusive, imaginary, insane mind?

Wide awake as they lay kushty, comfy cozy in their bed.

The dirty, devilish, diseased blood in my veins? 

A dark red coctail of a variety of drugs to subdue the hurricanes in my head.

Perfect, prime, pure Cocaine to bring me up.... and the godly grown green to bring me down.. got me asking why there are fairy's  floating round.

This lifestyle? fake, flimsy, fucked ... a facade, A facinating, fixating, f*****g hallucination! 

Yet I cry, laugh, love just like they do.

Unable to find my path in life just yet, so I'm going CooCoo.

On the completely derailed from the very beginning... train out of this fully, fitting working society! 

Yeh it was derailed from the very beginning aparently from young I started sinning, boarding it within the most crushigly, caotic of chaos's .

But what a bountyfull, beautiful, bangin chaos it is, they just can't see it as it is, the wonderland it actually is.

The fantastic, estatic feeling of escapism, they want me to leave behind, to pick one of many perfectly, healthy brightly,  standard routines they try force on us from when we were mere teens.

If that's how you want to live go ahead by all means.

I'll still be here at 5am eating toast on beans.