I am the King
I am the king of my castle
hear me roar..
My castle.. mostly dirty
unorganized
paper work piled up across my desk
strewn bits of paper
scribbled notes
coffee cups
an ashtray filled with the butts
of un-filtered Camel’s.
I am the king of my castle
mostly irresponsible
the king slacker..
my bedroom floor littered with
clothes
shoes
dirty hank socks
my un-played guitar’s sit in
un-used loneliness
The ripe aroma of Nag Champpa
and [...]
