Spitpile

Looking outside, looking at the trees and spitting on all those f**kin' fleas. They don't really like it a lot. I just say "so f**king what". Spit pile, spit pile, spit it out, spit it out, livin' in denial. Trying to think of the words to say. Maybe its not my f**king day. Blue shit from my fresh slurpee and horse shit splattered on a tree. f**k authority! Yeah, anarchy! And this is what I do when my time is free.