Slip

livin life in 30 minutes gives u a start at which u nearly nearly chew off ur thread-ends.
graphic vizulisation becomes unnecessary as u fall and and u fall in the unforgiven thought valley.
remebering is procastinated as a jungle of fear freshly fabricated to simpleness
a joke when ur broke and every swirll of air around u gives u a stroke.
make note of how u float on the back of a limping goat.
if u r a drunk atleast theres the illusion of style if ur sober and ur dull there be a hole in ur spine.
coz even if u wudnt hear ur crashin bones just rite.ud defeneitly see a moment of shiver.
with all the pride u had all this while.u seem to be born rite now and no news would hurt if ur dead in the night.
hands crossed on ur chest ud be smilling in ur dream of what it had been like living eating sweet cream.
it wouldnt seem as a lousy pain in ur ass which would earlier suck in coz u seem to handle all the stash.
now it would pop out and be red and all of us will be dream rolling on the floor laughing tears popping outa our head!

(Posted back in 2010. I am keeping the grammatical mistakes intact to portray the learning curve and naivety and influence of  internet trends and what not. Mostly because am too lazy to spell check decade old shitty poetry.)