Cut it out

I got to stay up

this world is corrupt

the daily grind will

get you dirty sometimes

so remember to wash

and start with a clean

slate and new shine

can't hear my hums

so cold outside

can't feel my thumbs

fingertips are numb

reaching for a bottle

of Caribbean rum

to warm my lungs

I hear a ring tone

can't pick up the phone

ignore need to be alone

with my mind and my

best friend this pen

composition notebook

black and white

checkered cover

it's hard to stay on the line

like I'm drunk off wine

zig zagging and scribbling

dropping crumbs

from all this nibbling

about my writing I'm serious

in a trance so delirious

maintain my goal

to remain mysterious

sugar is poison

honey's sweet

always careful

about what I eat

mama sent me to church

for the preacher to teach me

all I learned was how to sin

and reach deep

spit the gum out

and pretend to shout

and act like I didn't see

him kiss someone who

wasn't his wife in the mouth

never understood what

it all was about

even today I stay

the hell out

just because a building

is called a church

don't make it Gods house