Carnival

Pick up sticks ,bags and tricks tired eyes and nervous ticks running cons and hitting licks .
Pass the hat and puke in a bucket ain't got no future so shoot it up and just say fuck it .
Look at all the blank stares look at the missing teeth and gray hairs it feels like I got flammable tears .
40s and stories add mad dog shit get gory look at Larry now they call him lory.
It's like I'm traped in a dead end street running around in circles chasing my tail and lying to everyone I meet .
Stepping over the cracks looking for the smack salvaging the world so I can get a new sack .
I see death around every corner I'm on heart attack and vine in a black diner with death I shall surly dine .
Shoot dice with a lizard mad off the 20 /20 wine dancing with some snakes and try and show you my mind .
In the lonely lanes of my life swallowed by the only life I know , love and hate , yin and yang trying to some how make it back to the center and find someone I used to know .
Maybe one day I may get my sanity back stop lurking in your ally's , stop landing in your traps .
One day it will all end one day all will fade to black I think I finely know why they call it smack .