In my brain I trust
My thoughts often in Lust……
BUT why do we stress on being LOVED so much?
When your “independent” and he’s “M.O.B”
As long as were making money, we should both be complete
BUT its lonely at the top, I shall be there for a while
As long as there Patron we shall all get along
I’m somewhere far from home, roaming all alone
Forget about my mind, because it’s been long gone
These alcohol nights and these caffeine mornings
Got me needing a damn kidney like Alonzo Mourning


If I had one more drink…..

—-Dc Warhol