Crash
Wild times, borderline crimes
Couch diving for nickels and dimes
Low on cash, knives in the burner for hash
Empty paper towel tube, toke it till you crash
Laughing at the mixture, my memory holds the picture
Crazy kids doing crazy stuff, two things that were always a
fixture
Times change, new vocation; people living in a new location
Mentally or physically, depends on your own machination
Road rash, never smart to drive if you been at your stash
Put your life at risk, and everyone’s affected when you
crash
Center depends, on who’s holding onto the lens
Left and right is a debate the never really ends
No one wants pain, but some don’t mind turning a blind eye past
it for a gain
Shielded by their Lord’s umbrella cursing the heathens they left
out in the rain
The Phoenix rose out of the ash, pick fights and someone
will smash
Your panorama will break, all your crooked schemes are going
to crash
Crash a little if you’re weary, crash if life has got you
teary
Crash and dream of your best life in the twenty-first
century
Laugh at the joke, might be a little funnier if you take a
little toke
Try not to take too much, cause all your going to do is
cough and choke
Don’t waste my stash, we may be broke, but thank God we got
a little cash
To grab a bag and try to forget the worlds problems tonight,
take a rip and crash
Tim Windisch
09/11/2023
