To the rooftop

To the top of the world

Whirled

With the gushing wind

Like a baby weaned

The radio playing davido risky

Whiskey on my hand

A blunt in my other hand

My thoughts hanged

My gaze lowered

My character loathed

This is it.

This estate just had a way with serenity

Peaceful like the deep sea

Everything seems beautiful when tipsy

I should have brought a cushion

Not sure if for my butt or heart

Whatever easens the hurt

"No pain

No gain

It seems t-pain

should have a follow train"

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Looking at the sky

Shooting stars

Rekindling old scars

The moon

Immune to my woes

"Outer space looks delightful"

Aliens in white fur

Rockets as mail

Screams and wails

My problems,

Similar to a whale and my balls

They both blue

Hopefully i will get back to my boo

But for tonight,

On the rooftop,

i get drunk and high

Sigh.