Lets Just Hang
In a miasma of pain and hurt sometimes its best to just chill,
Make a moment, not just a moment but a fucking epiphany, deal?
Then maybe stroll down to a nearby hotel for a meal…
Or maybe just maybe go up a tree, chill and hang…
We walk this alleys and pavements worn down,
Bitterness and pain in our hearts and souls sown,
A cool idea might be to fuck it all, take your ass to drink in town,
Or maybe just go chill up a tree and hang….
Suicide sometimes is an answer, forget the optimists,
I swear you can have fun if you just forget the obligations and task lists,
Maybe take puff or two and make some potent mist…
And then just then go up a tree, chill and maybe, just maybe, hang…
Francis the Lone Puppeteer