We think we'r kings
And must survive,
But we are nothing,
Trash and dire.
You know the truth?
Meanings of life?
Shut up - you're nothing,
Your knowledge died.
Stand up and go,
Pick up the girl,
Have sex and blowjob,
Alcohol
It's nothing more,
Your life is sucks,
What do you need?
Pop-corn and snacks?
Shut up. You'r nothing.
Drink, get laid,
Then die on couch.
This is a day.
© Miguel "Stormax" Stingl 2012
To the youth
© Copyright: Мигель Стингл, 2016
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