Sitting on the edge of the earth waiting its complete despair,911/352 otherwise you would of been……..
Still we flirt with death,take chances,risks,push buttons
Taking names,waiting on the
telephone,the breakfast of
champions,we sit on the
Edge of the earth waiting
to……..that unmistakable
smell right after a healthy………
You become completely
Unglued and no body wants you
Mood swings ready get set
The black hole
corkscrew go
How it ends
It’s always the edge.