Author: Rolando Rosario

I drink to heal my symptoms
But fail to kill the causes.
A broken marriage, broken dreams,
Dead end job so many losses.
It’s an endless stream,
An alcoholic tide,
That cons my mind towards suicide
That’s makes me think a day cant go by without my problem pesticide
My blood shot eyes
My toxic breathe
My shaky stance
All side affects
My constant steer into a fog of ice block cubes and alcohol
They make my problems feel resolved
But really make them more evolved.
My kidneys ache
My tongue is soar
Stomachs embalmed from alcohol
My pleasure pill, divine escape
That leaves me drowned before the gates
That leaves my body in a state
For rats and bugs to mutilate,
For life to cut and amputate,
A friend bound to intoxicate.

Sitting on top of a hill
Miles away from the world
As the last explosion
Conquers a nation.

Walking down from my hill
To the ruins left of the world
I feel sorrow and dissatisfaction.

Walking back to my hill
I spot a little girl
Who’s lost limbs has left her dying.

With no legs and no arms
I tell her to stay calm

The next president will know how to save you.

It’s not fair,
Newborns being brung along
Be casted to your elder’s arms
For they already gave you well
By giving you their younger selves.
Their times been spent
With well intent,
Just for your cause
With no applause,
Your gratitude
Has been removed,
Their golden years
You made them lose.
Just one year shy
Of the finish line
Retirement years slowly subside
As they arise to baby cry’s.
I feel their heart beat growing faint,
Their weakened bones
Their lifeless face,
Their hopeless sighs
Misfortune steers
Disappointment infiltrates the air.
Anger slowly goes astray
But they’ll always feel betrayed.

Death is such a touchy task.
How do we mourn the ones that pass?
Do we give remorse or cash?
To help their living remnants last.
Their memory’s are bitter sweet,
Some have some tears role off their cheek,
Others seem to be complete,
And smirk at the sight of the deceased.
The bedded box
Is sealed and locked.
Ready for the corpse to rot.
With in time they’ll be forgot
Until the next funeral plot.

Never gave a f*ck about my living.
Always ways saw me in a casket, or wings clipped in a prison.
In my mind I envisioned,
My existence shortly missing.
A world now spinning
Short of a man with no feelings.
My destiny’s been written.
On a piece of toilet paper.
Pushed by something greater,
I move forward in its favor.
Out run the undertaker,
Stomp my heels in the mud.
I feel the urge to give up
When quick sand got me stuck.
In my mind I seen terrors
In my heart I’m still haunted.
I got to take it, if I want it,
But I’m continuously frontin’.
Constantly blunted.
From trauma by the drama.
I cry out to the holy farther,
With one hand on the revolver.
If I go, I go with honor.
Let the bullet bang, all my life away
Remember me whole in my final days.

I inserted my dick
in this random chick
now she’s gettin me for child support.
The kid I don’t know
She just wanted my dough
Gettin’ me for child support.
Every time I come by
she wont let me inside
she just wants the child support.
A child used just for profit
And the courts still wont stop it
They kept taken out child support.
A child I wont even know
Till she finally gets old
and they stop taken child support.