The walk to happiness is like trudging in quicksand
Sadness sinks my body in the mud of an abyss
Yet now I am flying over the trees so high even redwoods are below me
There are times when I reach a climax of leisure
Then there are times when my dwelling is filled with hungary grizzlies
I live to make the arrest of the abuser
He is agnostic, for he blames GOD for his drunkenness
Boo, I am coming for you low life
Your name is not "Ritz" but you are a cracker
Come join me, it is time for your expose
Tony Mike Nerone
9-5-10
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Blessings,
Chrisine
Love,
Sage