A Billion Beautiful Disasters

You’re going to start the day,

Money’s flying on its way.

You must have a pretty face,

’cause you wouldn’t remember how you slept.

But you got to keep that pace,

In this undying race,

Want a free soda?

Go make a face.

And  hunters hunt, all the while,

Only being the prey,

“Hello officer, How much I’d have to pay?”

Glad as you might be, the guy was not stray.

Go try and open your eyes,

Its another freaking day!

And then you go kill those petty thoughts,

Looks like, another crack on the walls,

And these cracks will one day, clamp you down,

And they scream “Down there! Another Clown!”

A mother’s name we all bear,

The one who flocked all fears,

When your hands are dirt, and you avoid the tick,

Go tell her you are awfully sick.

You’re going to start the day,

Money’s flying on its way.

You must have a pretty face,

’cause wouldn’t remember how you slept.

And how could have  He sense the need,

To have created billion beautiful disasters,

And paint such collosal panorama,

With you, My loves, in it.

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