Just a dream

The letter I wrote 

left to soak, in your throat 

can't swallow, can't cope,

just give me the damn rope

feed me bullshit , I cram hope

my life tossed and dissembled,

but really it's not worth

I should really get shot first

maybe from the doctors

before I go off my rocker

ripping my head off, 

so we could play a game of soccer

never lay a hand on her

pay her with honor

because she made me a father,

now she's across the water

running with no offer

wondering if I could of stop her

but I'm not much of a talker,

maybe it's my fault 

for going off my rocker

or for the right price I could of bought her

but why even bother.

of course to be my sons father

then we can just sell her

or bring her back to the teller

then I wake up in my f*****g cellar.