NOT ENOUGH.

I've stolen a woman.

I've killed a man.

I've fought the law.

I've smelled a lot of different parfumes.

I've run on flowers,

crying like a baby

roaring like a lion

smiling like a paranoid

clapping like a naive happy person

laughing like a clown.

I've stolen a car,

driven a Ferrari,

dressed with fancy clothes.

I've had a bunch of kids

a pretty loyal(I think) wife

and lots of gold rings.

I've had a house,

a garden,

a dog and a cat.

I've been in an airoplane,

in a ship,

in a tank,

in a whore.

I've swimmed in the best seas.

I've had friends,

and lovers,

and people working for me.

But still I know

nothing.

GREEN.

Tramps drinking Martinis
while music smothers cancer
while alcohool smothers dignity.
Shameless talks you've spoken for too long
and now there is
a conspiracy
between heart and pain.
Life and Devil are
having a check up with you.
Sit back and watch your heart rott.
Freedom suddenly became unbearable.