Sick... Little... Space Monkiz

  Shrinks, Cigars and Smirnoff Ice/ By Vitaly .B.

How fickle

life culd be these days?!

Two people meat

on sepret ways.

Adrenaline,

gives srenghth tostand.

The filthy liars,

give a hand.

When friends for life,

they stab and twist.

And put the knife

right in your fist.

You bite you'r neils,

thet makes you worried.

You take a smoke,

while in a hurry.

Look at the mirror,

who is that?

Hes rinkled, old,

depressed and sad.

The old ones

buy cheap crap, and junk.

While, we're the youth,

are wasted drunk.

We smoke the "Marlboro"

and "Kent".

The "Lucky Strikes"

and "Parlament".

Our brein is dead,

Our liver's doomed.

And our loans,

are dead "for good"!

We have our "shrinks",

we like to call

when no more helps,

the alcohol.

When nicotine

has no effect,

and pasty klerks

are on our neck.

When feelings,

wrote down by computers.

And poisoned water,

in our coolers.

The book of laws,

is covered dust.

So tell me you,

who can i trust!!!