Sweet Disposition

Sweet Disposition

Sweet Disposition

Rooster on a subway street

Trespassing the mental border

I sneak through the dust

Just to break away from this recorder

*

Whoo! Money, Money

All they say

I rather waste my hours in panicking mode

Just to get away from this ashtray

*

I was drunk and someone asked

“Don’t you want to go home?”

I ignored like the same annoying rooster and chuckled,

“Yeah Maybe.. Home sweet home!”

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