Crash

Wild times, borderline crimes

Couch diving for nickels and dimes

Low on cash, knives in the burner for hash

Empty paper towel tube, toke it till you crash

Laughing at the mixture, my memory holds the picture

Crazy kids doing crazy stuff, two things that were always a

Times change, new vocation; people living in a new location

Mentally or physically, depends on your own machination

Road rash, never smart to drive if you been at your stash

Put your life at risk, and everyone’s affected when you

Center depends, on who’s holding onto the lens

Left and right is a debate the never really ends

No one wants pain, but some don’t mind turning a blind eye past

Shielded by their Lord’s umbrella cursing the heathens they left

The Phoenix rose out of the ash, pick fights and someone

Your panorama will break, all your crooked schemes are going

Crash a little if you’re weary, crash if life has got you

Crash and dream of your best life in the twenty-first

Laugh at the joke, might be a little funnier if you take a

Try not to take too much, cause all your going to do is

Don’t waste my stash, we may be broke, but thank God we got

To grab a bag and try to forget the worlds problems tonight,

Tim Windisch

09/11/2023