We might be just a bit fucked up And, God, I hope that’s true ‘Cause that means life is nothing… The deepest passion’s hue

A six hour nap I couldn’t explain Until I once tried This indica strain I took a few puffs

I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

Darkness envelops Veins of fire rend the abyss God’s awemazing works

If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in, Is that your cue To start again?

I’ve said some things that mean a… And said some things you should fo… I throw myself against the wall To see what sticks and what should…

I might be self-absorbed But you can’t call me selfish I work upon Myself To help us savor our dish

When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections

Let me make Home for you That rivals Kathmandu Hugs, kisses

I’ve driven self along my quest I think it might be time for rest To take steps back and then assess What it might mean to be my best

People tell me not to think About my own demise But what if that’s the only thing That brightens up my eyes

The world that I was born into Is not the world I want I work to try to get back to A one that values plants

Always classy Never trashy Kinda sassy Sweet thing Ashley

Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else

The worst thing we could think abo… Is that our tooth and nail don’t c… That we could bite and scratch and… And not make difference at all I hate to say, that will happen