potters on

potters on
she got a talk with her dad
called her mom
made her seem mad
drove in the car
down the road
found this place
shoddy abode
bugs in the face
fan in the air
sticky floor
over there
food down the street
hard to be healthy
so much meat
eight years left on wealthy
my words do flow
my girl does sing
my dad does call
what will tomorrow bring
perhaps england
if things go well
might take a flight
this american hell
im not real sure
what i want
but my past
has taught me alot
ive learned about shit
that wasnt very good
all sorts of crap
learned from the hood
now im old
enough to stand
enough to drive
to fly and land
and perhaps ill take flight
to foreign lands
to see new things
attend to global demands
but meanwhile this hotel
houses my body
with flying bugs
and bed not too shoddy