Pile of Dead Sloths song

This is a sample of one of the Pile of Dead Sloths songs. ha

Fruit Flies

Cattail 'n Large Marge
bringin' Pile a Dead Sloths
creepin your ears
'n meltin your face off

NWPA
we'll always call home
bringin the worst winta chills
goes right to the bone

livin our lives
just doin' our thing
pay our own bills
still act 17

blows our minds ereytime
we be playin Savannah
time flies like an arrow
fruit flies like a banana

The Keyholder

I walk thru this moral labyrinth

And every turn that I take

starts to feel like a mistake

and the walls start moving in

when the pressure builds

and I stop to take a break

so I can get high on the lines of

poetry to remake

and rebuild

and reflect why I’m here

thirstin for knowledge in this desert state of affairs.

when it feels like quenching that thirst is hopeless and I know this

I get restless and throw this

poem out there to remind myself

the key is within me.

The Gardener

Watching you sit there I realize

all we get are moments together

fleeting hours

and as we get older

the time gets shorter

It's the difference between

quality and quantity

we can share our wisdom

or we can share our knowledge

we can laugh or talk

or say everything

by saying nothing at all

but we only get a few moments

to make the exchange

to leave an impression

and hope we leave changed

for it's in what we give away

from our minds, thoughts, feelings

that a part of us lives on forever

we're carried on

in their memories of us

that we planted

like a seed.

water me.