long freeverse

cant write what i want to
string words together
so i just write these words
that come out like "whatever"
not clever but better
than this shitty ass weather
the rains a pain
and the sun stays away for days
i need a change
but how can i change my evil ways
i get paid to play
do this little thing
but i write these words
cause its how my heart sings
i let the verbage linger
as i run my fingers
searching for the next key
to please and what it means to lead
so my words then can fallow
but something about this
it just rings hallow
id be live at the apollo
if it wasent for tomarrow
for having to barrow a dollar
from a baller
begging for a break
until im swallow the pill
chill
sit back relax
and ask the deeper questions
what do we do with the convalecent
why dont people stop at a 4 way intersection
whats the value in life if you work for posessions
whats is love...if not well intentioned obsession
where is my direction
when will i learn my lesson
its a pain in the ass
to make my grass last
pass the first pass
and when i grasp for the last
of it im pissed
its gone
no hits
so i decide to quit
but it aint ligit
just a flit of passion that leaves me asking
why to i try to survive
when everything tells me to die
i cant lie
my options are limited
greatest country in the world
but i hurl when i think of the little girls
and boys treated as toys
used to destroy
so some others can employ
a life that destroys those who try to enjoy
the finer things
the liners sing
buy me please
but i pass
id rather relax to some illegally dowloaded tracks
talk some smack and drink a six pack
of some home brews
my dudes know the clues
and we consume on the move
the booze is cool
with some broads and dudes
but the prudes and fakers
the money takers
the fucking haters
make me savor every moment
of me being me
and you know this