This Hangover Called Life/Co Write With Gonz And Roses

Sometimes it seems people are so caught up in the bullshit to even see this life for what it is I often am known for humor but theres alot of truth in a joke amigos Stay crazy Gonzo

Broken like a three legged dog still he can get the job done.

Unemployed were not homeless honey just constant campers.

No work in sight oh what fun.

 

I'd sell my soul but i'd have to get it outta pawn.

Let's knock over a bank and s**t on a white house lawn.

Hey money bags can ya spare a dime.

Look me in the eye does that thousand some dollar rollex

tell ya were in a dark time.

 

Busted knuckles cant match broken souls.

Earth quakes radiation leaks rich fools count dollars

as the new's counts death toll's.

 

A drink and a toast to what I dont know.

In a dead field  no life will ever grow.

Old faces young in number but aged from worry.

It's getting better so they say.

Well if it's ending my friends it really needs to f*****g hurry.

 

The water is almost over my head.

Lets have one last round,Befor this  whole planet is dead.

 

Why should I care when Im just fine.

Fat is the fool  who watch's his fellow man starve.

What does it matter just as long as i have mine.

 

Kids do ya really see the forest for the tree's?

Even a drunk knows the hangover has lasted  to long

as the working man can only exist so long apon his knee's

 

Help isnt in the cards for tommorow is becoming a scary thing to face.

B******s turn blind eye's

I worry as many just what shall become of this ever fading human race.

 

The hangover is shared between the bums workers and souls lost in a found

world will broken souls ever gather to heal?

Numb are my thoughts as behind dark glasses even a demons

thought finds reason to feel.

 

I'd rather die in the fight than live in denial.

Catch that spark of hope.

The fire's burn of broken passion will you just

Lay down and be just another hopeless fool in the pile?

 

Fight as long as there is another bit of air left in a worn out lung.

Fight even if the chance will never come true.

Fight to show the gold that remains in all that has ever been you.      

Reviews

[Richielee]

we all must fight, some more than others, others fight or no reason, while some fight for the sake of fighting.fantastic insight amigo

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Whoa! This is so dang amazing!
I sincerely love the rawness and realness of this write.
So wonderful! Loved the fire out of this.

[Daniel Affsprung]

Wow. Really loved this, and i'm thinking it would make a good song. Reminds me of Dylan a bit. Again, really great.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Oh wow Gonzo! I have missed your writes...........what are you going to do on the white house lawn? You rock!

[Lily Mae]

I love the raw and intense honesty here.. Nice to see you around my friend ;) xx

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

You always write with power my friend.

[Joel M Frye]

Historically, the jester was the only person who could speak honestly to the king, and only if the truth was coated with humor. The jester was (and is) the only one allowed clear and honest vision. He is the one childlike enough to tell the emperor his arse is showing. The three cornered hat looks great on you, Gonzo. Dance away.