Gypsy Soil

Walk alone on gnarled old tree branches.
Toss away my second chances.
I miss the junk being king of the air here
Narrow minded assholes just stare.
Why couldn't I be as white as american pie.
Relate to good ol'catcher in the rye.
Walk alone and tend to seperate.
Peirce a hole in my lip.
and the blistering shitty atmosphere awakes.
Life tends to take a shit on me,
Its toxins reep on the anorexic black sheep.
Sick, demented, pathetic lives.
Why can't I just eat it up and take it in stride??

                 ~Aruj